So today, I traveled down to a small town about 20-35 mins away, to go to a little organic grocery store. I went into the store and put a couple of things in my shopping cart, realizing how bad I had to pee. I let out little spurts, and by the time I had gotten to check-out, I was finished. Well, I thought, since I was wearing a dark skirt that my pee hadn't shown, but when I swiped my card, she gasped. I asked her what the problem was and she said "Er... nothing." I left, and put my groceries in the hatchback or whatever it's called in my Kia Soul (I suck at spelling) and decided to take a little stroll. Well, I got a few strange looks, giggles, and then one man continuosly looked at my skirt, so I looked to see what the problem was, and there was a huge wet spot. I started wetting, and the pee rushed down my leg. I did it on purpose but some woman thought I did it on accident ad she offered to buy me some pants. The people in that town are nice, but I'm not going back. Word gets around fast in small towns.