Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 10

     The car screeched to a stop and something thudded, making me jerk awake. I cracked my eyes open and sat up straight, looking around. It was dark outside, illuminated only from one side of the road, and the rest was swallowed by blackness. I glanced at the bright side of the road, and saw a figure flickering in the flashlights of what I presumed was a gas station. With a side of my hand I wiped my chin from a drool, and pulled my legs to my stomach, feeling like my blood started circulating by my limbs. I had unclear recollections of the wedding events that resulted in a road trip to Las Vegas. But I did remember getting into the car.

     To get rid of a faint ache in my entire body, I decided to step outside to take some fresh air. Instantly, slightly chilly dry air enveloped me and I shivered wrapping my arms around me. I turned to the lights, not finding Ted anywhere around. Then my attention pulled to a flock of the bikers that were rubbing aeound not too far away from the pumps.

     They looked scary...

     Not to stare, I averted my eyes to the other side and then something happened to my bladder. All over sudden an urge to pee overtook my primal body needs, and I crossed my legs to hold it. Shit. Where's Ted? I couldn't just leave the car unuttered. I nervously drummed my fingers by my car's body. The drumming rhythm didn't sooth my urge, and I started jumping from foot to foot. Come on, come on, come on!!! I chanted to myself, stretching my neck boring my stare into the front door of the gas station' kiosk. Finally, the door of the kiosk swung open and Ted emerged outside. I exhaled with relief and darted across the gas station.

     "Hay, Teddy!" I threw him on the run and flew into the small building. Ted frowned a little, but before he could say anything, the door shut behind me, and I pushed past a small aisle with some junk food to the counter.

      Behind the counter stood a woman with a bored expression on her face. When I reached her, her expression didn't change even a fracture.

     "Where's a bathroom here?" I inquired hastily. Her eyebrow cocked and her finger pointed up. Thank goodness it wasn't a middle finger, just an index finger. However, I couldn't help noticing that she wished it was a middle finger. Anyway, my gaze traveled up to the sign "restroom" with an arrow pointing to the right, and I immediately followed the direction.

     I stopped in the back of the room, right in front of the door that had the same sign "restroom", and pressed on the handle that appeared to be locked. I looked for the key on the walls from both sides of the door, and not finding it, pivoted back to the counter.

     "The door is locked," I complained.

     Not lifting her gaze from a magazine, the gas attendant woman aka an old hag, nodded. "I know," she said.

     "Well, can I have a key," I asked trying to be polite, because by bladder wasn't.

     "No," she uttered and I frowned.

     "But why?" I asked baffled.

     "Buy something from the store or pay five dollars," she said in a disinterested voice.

     "But, I'm a customer. We just bought gas from you," I pointed with my thumb on the front door.

     "He bought gas, he used the restroom. You, either buy something, or pay five dollars," she croaked.

     I huffed in annoyance stamping my foot, and sprinted back to the car to get money. At this point, I could just do it down my pants. And I'd do it, if not seeing Ted standing calmly by the car, filling the gas tank.