While I was walking home, I saw a note on the ground that said “I love chocolate cake”. I almost stopped to pick it up and take it with me, because I usually do this type of thing, but I had to pee so incredibly bad, that I kept on going. I felt like I was going to explode, and that I should be running home, but I didn’t quite have the energy, and I was carrying two bags, one on each shoulder.
So I kept walking relatively fast, but not the fastest I can walk, just a normal-fast kind of pace. I felt that a fart was coming along, that could maybe clear some room for my bladder to be in a slightly less explosive mode. But I knew that if I let it out, the pee would come out as well. I passed a full garbage can with a pink balloon on top. I passed all the benches where the old people of the neighborhood usually sit and stare at the neighborhood, but they were now vacant, because it was almost midnight and they were to wake up in about four hours. I was almost home, I told myself, and then I heard talking from somewhere. It came from the elementary school yard, where a bunch of teens were smoking. And then it happened. I peed in my pants. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I stood there, and I was wearing a long faux fur cheetah coat, and a beanie with a pompon on top. And I carried two bags, one on each shoulder. I was two blocks from home, yet I stood there as the urine uncontrollably oozed through my then new jeans and purple socks, and into my shoes. And these kids, they will see me again on this street, and they will recognize me. And they will know me as the girl who peed her pants.
Adi Jacobovitz is an aspiring filmmaker, writer, and photographer. She is a senior at Tel-Aviv University’s Film and Television Studies program. Two of her short stories have been published by the independent Israeli magazine Af Knows. She is planning to release a book of her poems and photography, titled The Hopeless Existence of Humanity. To contact or review her work, visit her Etsy shop, EatingMovies or @adijacky on Twitter.
