Oh, my pants are wet. Damn it! I already don’t want to be here. Now this happens. God, why did that lady have to be sick? And why did I have to be dumb enough to help her. No good deed, right? Now I’ve got water, pieces of wet napkin, and the scent of unfiltered bile all over my pants so it looks like I just couldn’t hold it any longer. Or have a bladder infection, or something. God! What am I going to do? Wait, I have an idea. I’ll just hide out in here for 30-45 minutes while I wait for my clothes to dry. I bet that’ll go over real well with the promoters of this event.
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