After half an hour, it was eventually my turn to go into the portable restroom
I had never been to a concert. I was pretty much too young to go to Woodstock, and by the time Woodstock 2 eventually came around, I had little ones. My wife told me she would take me to an outdoor concert when my buddy and I had a talented group come into the community. My buddy and I finally had a singer come to town that I had always preferred listening to, and I was begging her to buy the tickets. She told me the cost of the tickets was as much as she would spend for my birthday and anniversary gift, and I was easily fine with that. She bought the tickets, and my buddy and I were at the stadium two hours before the concert started. Already, the parking lots were overflowing, and my buddy and I had to walk a quarter mile to the concert area. I had to pee so badly that I couldn’t wait to see a portable restroom. When I spied a length of about twenty portable restrooms, I basically ran to get in line. There were about twenty people in line in front of each portable toilet. My wife easily offered to hold the door if I had the desire to go into one that was designated just for men, however I felt odd doing that. After half an hour, it was eventually my turn to go into the portable restroom. My stomach hurt a good amount, and I wished my buddy and I hadn’t come to this concert in the first place. My buddy and I had spent a great deal of currency on the tickets, and I would not tell my wife that. Instead, I was saying how they needed more portable restrooms, and tried to will the stomach pain away the whole time I tried listening to the singer.