I've done this a few times out in public (along with a few times just sitting on the toilet). In public, I was in the country, away from anyone, a very remote place. So I've gone for a decent length walk around the fields, and I'm about half way around when I realize I really should have gone before I left. I'm just in ordinary clothes - grey sweat pants and a top. I keep walking, thinking I'll def be able to hold it all the way round, but then the thought creeps into my head that, although I could probably just go normally against a tree, since there's absolutely NO ONE around, the sun's about to set, and it's warm for a February day, but not exactly spring yet, I could maybe just let a little out in my underwear.....
But that's a tricky ask for me, especially if I'm walking, which I continued to do, my bladder doesn't just let go on its own, and it finds it much harder if I'm moving.
It took me a good kilometre (2/3rds of a mile) to let go even a little bit, but when it did, instead of a tiny trickle coming out and stopping, my bladder just went for it. There was no stopping it! I kept walking, slightly slower now, as this dark patch of pee highlighted itself down one leg, in a haphazard sort of shape. I could feel it running down my leg, and that side of my track pants was sticking and slopping on my leg each time I took a step. Even my running shoe filled up a bit.
Well, I thought. That was a slight surprise. Now it's getting a bit cold.....I kinda didn't think of that. Yuck. Obviously I don't forward plan - walking in cold, wet clothes is horrible, and I should have known that.
And as I round the corner of the laneway of the solitary farmhouse I was staying at, two guys on bikes slowly come into view. Fuck. Now what? I have absolutely nowhere to turn, and nothing to hide the dark, obvious streak down my left leg! I consider turning back and away from the farmhouse, but there's literally nowhere else to go, except back the way I have come from. Perhaps I could hide behind a bush, or a tree? No, the guys can see me, that would be weird.... Oh well, I'll just pluck up all my courage and walk back, straight past them on the track, and see what happens. With my heart in my mouth, I plodded on, trying not to look down at my leg, or touch it, or make any strange movements that would attract attention to it.
And to my huge relief, the guys just continued their conversation, nodded to me, rode slowly past as if nothing was out of the ordinary. No looking back, no pause in their conversation, nothing. Somewhat of an anticlimax, according to what I was expecting, but there you go.