Posted by Lionheart on January 16, 2000 at 13:35
This incident happened Wednesday night last week, on the way from Ohio to Pennsylvania. I had it planned for almost a month, and even hinted about it a few days prior here on the boards. Anyway, here it is!
I left town with a 44 oz diet soda, which I nursed along for about 70 miles or so. Once it was finished, I stopped and got a bottle of water also, and continued to the town of St. Clairesville, just a few miles inside Ohio from the West Virginia state line on I-70. I was wearing my light faded Levis, with a dark green t-shirt underneath, and a grey windbreaker.
There is an exit that goes south onto what is called mall road, for the shopping center that is right there off the highway. Next to that mall is a small service station. I forget the name of it, but there are several pumps, and a small brick and glass structure that the woman working there stays in. You can walk up and pay, or drive up and pay. There’s also a single stall restroom located about 30 feet away. Last month, during a “research expedition”, I discovered that it has the kind of lock that can be locked from outside and then pulled closed, where it stays locked. Well, naughty Lion that I am sometimes, I decided to do just that! Right before, though, I put the gas nozzle into my car and started to fill, insuring that I would now have to eventually pay the woman for gas.
As the car filled slowly, I went to the restroom door, and carefully looked to make sure no one was watching. I actually almost decided not to, but then thought “heck, I’ve been looking forward to this for so long…mustn’t get cold feet now! I then locked and closed the door, and then headed for the booth to ask for the key.
Imagine my reaction when she looked at me surprised and said “Umm, we don’t have a key…are you sure no one’s in it?”
Cheering inside, I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, and replied “Well, I’m not sure…I’ll go check!”
Off I went again, and tapped on the door a few times. “Is anyone in there?” I asked in a somewhat loud voice? No response.
I hobbled back to where the girl was, as she waited on a couple of customers who were paying for gas. She was about 5 feet seven, short black hair and freckles, wearing dark blue leotards and a matching jacket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another woman, heavy set and older, approach the restroom door, which was behind a short wooden wall. A few seconds later, she came back, and now there were three or four of us standing there, two needing to go and two just paying for gas. I told her that it looked like no one was in there, and that the door must have been locked accidentally.
“Okay, let me finish these two people, and we’ll see what I can do here.” she replied.
I went to my car and finished pumping, and then went up to pay her. The other customers had left, and she and I were the only ones there for a couple of minutes. As she took my money and counted change, I crossed and uncrossed my legs and shifted nervously.
“Let’s see…I don’t even know that we have a key…we never lock it.” She explained, looking through two sets of key rings. After a few seconds, she made a quick phone call to her supervisor, who also didn’t know where a key might be found. I continued shifting and dancing, while a bald black guy in his mid thirties or so came up and paid.
The girl stepped out of her booth and closed the door. “Let me check this out.” She said to me, as I followed her over to the door. “Some bastard probably did this as a joke!” she exclaimed. At that, my face went a little red, but she didn’t notice. She tried turning the knob, but to no avail. Her calls went unanswered as she asked if anyone was inside.
As she was doing that, with me standing a few feet beside her, I let it happen….
I inhaled at the moment I relaxed, and as the stream began soaking the front of my jeans, I uttered an audible sigh of despair…
She was now turning toward me, to return to her booth. I’m not sure if she had any further ideas at that point…
As she began to walk toward me again, I exclaimed “Oh shit…no!”…the stream built to a relatively strong gusher, and the rapidly expanding warmth told me that most of it was going down my right leg. By the time she noticed, it was already at my knees, dripping into a small but expanding puddle on the clean, white concrete.
“Oh my…if you need to, just go behind the building here, that’ll be okay!” she offered in a somewhat flustered voice.
“Uhhh…I think it’s too late…I’m really sorry!”
She didn’t reply then, as another customer was at her booth, and she hurried up to them to get them on their way. I walked back to my car, somewhat embarrassed, but more aroused. I insured that the gas hose was out and returned, and the cap was on, and then walked back up to the booth. My right leg was getting cold, but I didn’t mind then.
As I approached the booth, she had a full close view of my soaking Levis, and her face was overcome with a deep look of sincere sympathy. She opened the glass door.
“Umm, if you’ve got any, could I swipe a plastic bag or something similar? I, uhh..need to put it on my car seat, I’m afraid.
“Sure, that’ll be no problem.” She started to tear off a handful of small bags, and handed them to me as she glanced again at my darkened, sopping Levis.
“I’m really sorry,” I muttered.
“Oh no, don’t be!” she pleaded.
“Well, I am…I just…I couldn’t hold it finally! I’m very sorry.” My voice was flustered, and she gave me another glance of reassurance.
“Well, you don’t have to be sorry…I’m sorry for you.”
“Thanks…but God, this is so embarrassing.”
“Please don’t worry”, she urged, “It’s not your fault!”
: )
“Well, thanks…I appreciate it, and your help.”
“No problem. I hope things turn out okay for you.”
“They will…once I find a place to change.”
She chuckled slightly in sympathy, and I walked back to my car. On the way there, I passed the bald black guy.
“Looks like you should have just whipped it out and peed on the wall.” He said.
“Well…I didn’t think of that till too late.” I replied.
I got into my car and drove off. As I passed the booth, I waved and smiled slightly, and she returned the gesture. I changed about thirty miles later, in Washington, Pennsylvania at a small Sunoco.
Hope you all enjoyed!
LH
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