One day on his way home from school, Pepe sensed a tingling inside him. It was undoubtedly his bladder frantic for a fluid release.
Despite being an expert in resisting bathroom urges, Pepe decided to answer the call. Like a heartless honcho, he stepped inside a restaurant, ignoring the security guy who greeted him with an overdone smile. He headed straight to the men’s room where he expelled all the piddle down to the last sparkling drop. Then he heaved a deep sigh of gratification and could swear that after he had done so, he heard his bladder give a much deeper sigh. Happily, he zipped himself up and walked out of the cubicle, feeling ready to go home tingle-free.
But the moment he stepped out, he froze like he just looked into Medusa’s eyes. At the mirror stood a poorly dressed figure that looked like a noncitizen of planet Earth. Still frozen, Pepe realized that what he was looking at was not an alien at all, but a live human species—an old woman. Completely appalled, the woman was unable to continue her lipstick application. She became as rigid as Pepe, and for a while they stood there looking each other in the eye. Beads of cold sweat started to form on Pepe’s forehead. His pulse began to quicken, his pupils started to dilate, and his knees felt like they were going to give way.
“You’re Mrs.—” He was unable to finish for the shock of knowing the woman’s identity overcame him completely. She was Mrs. Beastie, the school principal.
“You! What in blazes are—” The old woman also could not finish her words for clearly she was scandalized. She could not come to understand what a boy was doing in a women’s toilet.
Finally she opened her mouth and said something very kind. “You perverted little brute! What do you think you’re doing? This is a women’s toilet, for crying out loud!”
Pepe froze even more, unable to think of a smart reply. The walls seemed to be laughing at him. Time seemed to have stopped ticking. All he could do was say an embarrassed sorry and hurry out, away from that old beastly lady.
Unlike the way he came in, Pepe went out with his face bent downward. The humiliation gripped him severely and made him sweat in all places. Pepe felt the security dude’s eyes fix on him as he dashed to the door. For sure, the dude was still wearing that weird, contemptuous smile.
Pepe could not believe what had happened to him in that hellish lavatory. He wanted to punch his bladder, or take it out from down there, but there was no way he could do that without hurting himself. “I wish I didn’t have a hysterical bladder,” he thought.
The incident had obviously scarred his pride. Never in his life had he made such mortifying mistake. He had always been good at his expertise, but apparently mama nature didn’t like being neglected. Realizing how she had hit back on him, Pepe promised never to brush her off when she called.
