Customer nearly peed himself in front of me

[chubbybirb999 1,558]

Before I start, it's nice to see the forum back. I know it's still having a few wee hiccups, but glad to be back and see everyone else back too nonetheless. 

Bit of background first. I've been working at a supermarket for coming up to two years now this October before I go back to university. In my time there, I've seen a FEW instances of desperation, nothing too bad. Standard "Can we use your toilet?" with slightly pleading, pained look and crossed legs, but they were usually dealt with by another colleague whom I'd call to escort them down. No full wettings on anyone over the age of about 5 so there's no need to discuss that. I have heard plenty of whines and protests of "Can we hurry, I need to pee...!" from literally every demographic of people you can imagine, but nothing massively exciting. 

Until about three weeks ago. 

It was the day of a big massive football game on Saturday morning. In Scotland, big meetings of the two main football teams are kinda like a national holiday. Everybody who is fortunate enough to NOT be working ends up drinking to stupidity irrespective of what the result is. I was working, of course, as were several other fans, though I had heard one of the young boys who works with us had set up a radio through the warehouse to listen to the game as it happened. 

Anyway, the day trickled on and I saw plenty of drunk revellers. They were all in pretty decent moods considering one of the teams had been thrashed 5-1 at fulltime. People were loud, sometimes a little arrogant, but for the most part, they came in for what they wanted and disappeared soon after. 

A young lad came in, about 18 years old, with a four pack of beer and a packet of crisps. I watched him carefully as he put his stuff up. I scanned the crisps through first and fixed him with a stare as I asked "Have you got any ID on you, pal?"

Normally that question is a potential minefield, especially if the person has already been drinking. And while this guy had obviously had a couple, he wasn't in the stage that I would call drunk enough that it would be against the law to sell him anything. To my surprise, he handed over the ID without a fuss and after verifying he was over the age limit, I passed it back and completed the sale. 

This is where it gets interesting. He puts his card in the machine and punches in his PIN number. Incorrect pin. He looks at me sheepishly and I offer a smile back, trying to ignore the impending queue I have forming behind me. He tries again, this time much slower. Incorrect pin. Suddenly, he bends over. His hand goes straight to his crotch. Innocently, I wonder "Why is he squeezing his cock? That's not gonna help him remember things." He stays in that hunched over position for a few seconds and his hand clenches even tighter. He moves his hand a moment later and I see a small dark patch blossom on the front of his jeans. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really need the toilet!" the lad cries, pulling his card out and darting out of the shop, leaving his beer behind. 

I blink in surprise, calm myself down, save the transaction and continue serving. Inside though, I feel hot and bothered. The village I work in doesn't have any public toilets. Out of the corner of my eye I watch to see if I can spot him crossing the road to go into the pub but I don't see him. I start to feel a little shaky. There's no public toilets nearby - the town is basically built on one long street with branches of back streets and alleyways all over the place. I know for a fact he doesn't come from any of the flats above because I'm on first name terms with all of them. So where the hell is this guy gonna pee if he's that desperate? 

I clear my queue and start writing down some paperwork for the bakery. I check my till. A grand total of three minutes have gone by. I sigh and put my paperwork down. Then suddenly, the lad from earlier comes in. He runs up to the till, taking great, bounding steps,his face completely at ease. I glance downwards and see the spot has grown slightly - maybe about an inch across but he seems clean otherwise. 

He apologises, stating "I really had to take a piss" and then quickly pays for his beer - remembering his pin this time - and leaves. I cannot believe what I've seen and find myself wishing I could leave my till and scout around out some of the back alleys by the shop to see if I can find where he'd peed. 

Yeah, that's that for that one. I've got a few more I might type up soon. I'd love to know if anyone else has ever seen this sort of stuff in supermarkets - while working or shopping? In any rate, thanks for reading, guys 

[Hamster245 542]

In many years of bus and coach driving, I've had plenty of passengers begging to be let off so they could go pee.

Two incidents stick in my mind, NYE into 2013 when a very drunk group of girls boarded my bus to go out. They were already sozzled and at the next major town lept off and proceeded to piss up a nearby alley whilst the bus and queue looked on, another two villages and they are back again begging to be let off to pee.

There was also a Glastonbury festival where it took six hours to get onto the site, that day there was pissing like you've never seen before and it was going oneverywhere