I was sitting in the bleachers at my son's highschool football game and it was absolutely pouring. I was completely soaked. I really, really had to pee, but I didn't want to get up and miss any of the game, so I sat there in the rain getting wetter and wetter from the torrential downpours (I would've just left, but my son was playing and I didn't want to miss anything.) My desperation was growing, and the sound of the rain really wasn't helping matters at all. Finally half-time came, and I thought about getting up to use the restroom, but I could see the line forming and curling around the building. By this time, I was getting really quite desperate, and I honestly didn't think I would make it even if I did go and stand in line. I could see other women in line crossing their legs, and realized that many of them were also in my position. I really just hated the thought of having to peel my cold, soaking wet jeans off my clammy legs, and to think about how wet everything in the bathroom was going to be because of the rain. So, after some thought and debate, I decided that I was going to pee right there. I was already soaked anyway, so I doubt anyone would notice, and the rain would just wash away any evidence of what I had done. So, I uncrossed my legs and relaxed my muscles. I could feel the warmth spreading through my crotch and legs. It really felt quite good to have that warmth against my cold legs. I don't think anyone noticed what I was doing (at least I hope they didn't) and I was much happier than those poor women standing in line!