I just wanted a quick break, a few minutes outside to feel the fresh air on my skin and clear my mind. The terrace was perfect for that — until I turned around and realized the door had locked behind me. My heart dropped. I checked my pockets... nothing. The keys were still inside. That’s when the real urgency hit me. I needed to pee. I tried to hold on, thinking maybe someone would pass by or I could think of a way back in. But with every passing minute, the pressure built up until I just couldn’t take it anymore. Have you ever been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time with no way out?
