Briefer Sightings

[ThePTNN202]

Brief sighting:

Outside stadium during a major sporting event.
I became aware of some police officers talking to this bloke, well dressed, possibly from the corporate area.
I guess he was told to leave and was escorted out.
After the police officers departed he walked no further than 50 metres along the footpath and stopped. Then I heard the heavy splashing sound.
It sounded like a big one, and there was a good size puddle splattered on the pavement a few minutes later when I walked by.
I imagine he'd probably had a few, but got caught and escorted out before he had used the facilities inside.

Anyway, I hope it felt good, it certainly sounded like it would have

[bearshel]

Brief sighting:

Outside stadium during a major sporting event.
I became aware of some police officers talking to this bloke, well dressed, possibly from the corporate area.
I guess he was told to leave and was escorted out.
After the police officers departed he walked no further than 50 metres along the footpath and stopped. Then I heard the heavy splashing sound.
It sounded like a big one, and there was a good size puddle splattered on the pavement a few minutes later when I walked by.
I imagine he'd probably had a few, but got caught and escorted out before he had used the facilities inside.

Anyway, I hope it felt good, it certainly sounded like it would have

What did he look like? And any desperation signs before he pissed?

[Fred]

It must be a challenge when you're detained by the police when you're on your way to the toilets.

[ThePTNN202]

Tonight's brief sighting:

Bumped into older middle aged bloke leaving a bar, he's on his way out, I'm just going to use the cash machine then leaving. We exchanged quick pleasantries as we passed, ice broken.
I take some cash and leave. Bloke's at the bus stop opposite across the road. There's some road works and the footpath on one side of the road closed so I have to cross to that same side anyway.
He's looking at his phone, and I assume sees that the bus is running late in the app (it was 4 minutes late, I checked the app as well). So he goes just round beside the bus stop, unzips, and takes a nice big piss into the vacant block behind. Completely nonchalant, as I walk past, he doesn't care, probably somewhat uninhibited after drinking plus we already broke the ice, he's just enjoying his wee.
A couple of minutes later the bus arrives, he boards, and the bus goes.
There's a nice puddle on the cement in the vacant block.

I have 2 questions:
1. Is not using the facilities at the bar before leaving deliberate?
2. Had the bus been on time, was he just going to hold it in until destination?

I suspect he just enjoys a good pee outside, like any other man. Maybe only had to go a few stops, so otherwise would have just peed at destination.

If I had also been waiting for the bus, and had said "mind if I.." then taken a nice big piss there too? What do you think? I like to think mutual understanding, boys just being boys, we all just enjoy a good pee outside

Unfortunately I had nothing in this instance.
Next time.

[Fred]

This might be an example of "I'll hold it until I get home", which I think is a common practice, but while waiting for the bus he realized he was closer to desperation than he had thought, and might not make it home in time.

[kampong]

Was walking back to a hotel in NYC this weekend when I saw something that piqued my curiosity. A fit young guy (mid 20s?) wearing a white tank & running shorts with sunglasses propped up on his head hightailed it past me into the hotel lobby. I didn't think anything of it, but when I caught up, he was standing in front of the lift waiting to go up, his eyes laser-focused on the floor the lift was on. I also noticed him stepping from foot to foot a couple of times and tapping his foot impatiently. He put both his hands into a fist in front of his crotch, but didn't seem to try applying any pressure (this is also just a generic courteous pose, so it felt inconclusive). When we eventually got on, he pressed to go up to level 2, and when exiting, again hightailed it out, presumably to his room. I couldn't tell if this was desperation -- it looked like it to me, but I also felt if he was truly desperate it would have been faster simply to take the one flight of stairs.

[Brian]

Nice sighting, thanks for posting. Stepping from one foot to the other, foot tapping and hands in a fist in front of the crotch all point towards a full bladder in my book. And if it was faster to take the stairs that would be true whatever the reason for his haste was.

[Fred]

Was walking back to a hotel in NYC this weekend when I saw something that piqued my curiosity. A fit young guy (mid 20s?) wearing a white tank & running shorts with sunglasses propped up on his head hightailed it past me into the hotel lobby. I didn't think anything of it, but when I caught up, he was standing in front of the lift waiting to go up, his eyes laser-focused on the floor the lift was on. I also noticed him stepping from foot to foot a couple of times and tapping his foot impatiently. He put both his hands into a fist in front of his crotch, but didn't seem to try applying any pressure (this is also just a generic courteous pose, so it felt inconclusive). When we eventually got on, he pressed to go up to level 2, and when exiting, again hightailed it out, presumably to his room. I couldn't tell if this was desperation -- it looked like it to me, but I also felt if he was truly desperate it would have been faster simply to take the one flight of stairs.

We've seen a few good videos of this situation. Someone has been out and about, and public restrooms are few, so he figures, "I'll hold it until I get back to the hotel." I know that in my travels in the past, sometimes the hotel is the only toilet you can depend on.

[Brian]

[..] sometimes the hotel is the only toilet you can depend on.

And that is only if you can make it there in time.
Aquarius posted a brilliant true account of this problem here:
viewtopic.php?t=309

[SoakdBrute]

I was enjoying the nice weather and going for a walk in one of this city's larger parks. The paved path I was walking along turned into a dirt trail, with the mound of soil to my right getting higher and higher the further I walked in. A minute or so later I was well shaded by the canopy of trees and bushes all along that incline, barely feeling the afternoon sun. To the left also, past occasional croppings of bushes and trees, was a lake.

I noticed a plastic ball ahead of me along the dirt trail, and then a man descending carefully, yet confidently, down the hill. He would have had to walk past the line of bushes separating the plots of grass, areas for recreation and picnicking, then negotiated the modest incline. A few moments later he was in front of me, picking up the ball, and we made eye contact. I gave him a quiet nod of the head, by way of greeting. He was white but not so pale, with plain features, and black hair and eyes. He had on shorts and a short-sleeve blue button-down, which he filled out well since he was on the portlier side. Handsome fellow.

I don't know if he just felt comfortable around me, or he'd chosen his journey to recover his group's ball as an opportune moment to get some relief, or else he had to go so bad that he didn't care, but I'd barely taken 4 paces past him when I heard a thick jet of fluid splashing into the mulch. The section of the lakeside greenery I'd just walked past was only sparsely populated with a dozen skinny trees, but he obviously didn't care about having enough frontal coverage to whip it out. Since there was nobody else but me walking past, he'd seized the opportunity to step into the clearing and relieve himself. I didn't want to be rude, so I didn't turn to look. Judging from the sound alone, though, he'd obviously been holding a much-needed piss for quite a while!

Of course, I later had to answer nature's call myself, at which point I remembered that stranger's fine example, and found a quiet wooded area of my own once the coast was clear