The arena didn’t order enough portable restrooms.

My husband spent almost $500 to get the tickets to take me to a concert with one of my favorite artists.

It was supposed to be a birthday present, but with that much money, I made it a mother’s day, birthday, and anniversary present.

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts he had ever bought me. The night of the concert I was really excited. I had to pee shortly after getting inside, but I refused to go back out to use the portable restrooms until the intermission. I was having so much fun I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave then, but I couldn’t wait another hour. I got outside and stood in line at the portable restrooms. One of the other women was complaining about how they should have had at least ten more portable restrooms, and I had to agree with her. Some of them were prancing around, hoping not to pee their pants. It was such a long wait. By the time I got into the portable restroom, I knew I had missed the opening of the second half of the concert. I had waited in line for over half an hour, and I still had to find my way back to my seat. I had my ticket in my pants pocket, so I had the seat number, but somewhere in line or on the way to the portable restrooms. I had to call my husband, and ask him where our seats were; that was if he could hear the phone ringing over all the din of the noise.


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