I was at the local bar and had been there for a while so I had definitely had a few beers. It was getting late, probably two hours before the bar closed when I decided to head home. I walked out to the hallway along the side of the bar where the washrooms are and which is also the way to the exit. For some reason, I decided to take a huge risk and slip into the ladies room. My plan was to just head straight in to one of the stalls quickly. Well I did just that but to my surprise there was a girl at the sinks washing her hands. I couldn't look over at her in case she recognized me so I really don't know who she was. Almost every knows me there so I'm still wondering if she knew me but this got me really nervous to say the least. I sat on the toilet and was trapped there. Evey time I tried to leave some more girls came in and I got more and more nervous about leaving in case I came face to face with someone. I ended up sitting there for the entire two hours and probably while fifty girls came and went. It was a lot harder then you can imagine and I still get nervous about the thoughts of it. I did howerver try once more after that. I did the same thing, ducked in and headed straight for a stall. I sat down and looked around just as the door popped open again. In came two really drunk, loud girls. On went in the stall beside me and the other tried getting into mine since there was only two. She called me a bitch and told me to hurry up. I was just as scared as the last time since she was getting mad at me but also because there was a big hole in the divider between the two and I could see the girls knees when she was sitting down so she could obviously see mine. When those girls left, I ran out of that place ha ha ha.