Don't think of water...

She was wriggling and shifting, she couldn't sit still; the seconds seemed to take minutes to pass and the flabby lady next to her was slurping through her straw like an elephant would its trunk, it was disgusting and it just made her more nervous; she didn't know if she could do it or wait any longer, what if no one ever came, what if she was just left standing here, left to live in this agitated state; the men were walking in and out as consistently as the clock ticks, but the women were made to wait; some of them looked as bad as she did, all curled up, rocking back and forth, waiting... and then finally! The janitor removed the broken lock and she surged forward into the bathroom.