80 Cents to enter

Today I had to go to Sephora to pick up some girl essentials. I was a bit rushed since I had to make it to the pharmacy before it closed for riposa. I threw on a pair of leggings, a sweater dress, my rain boots and out the door I went.

Half way there my leggings decide they don't need to stay on my body any longer. They start acting up and I'm already on the bus trying to be discreet while I pull them up every so often. By the time I reach the pharmacy they are already half way down my bum. I ask for the restroom and I'm told it's not possible to use it. I pick up my prescription and jump on the bus to Termini. I'm trying to decide if putting my stuff down, taking off my jacket, pulling up my dress and adjusting my leggings would cause a commotion. (I follow my better judgement ) I tell myself I'll get to Termini and go to a restroom, no problem.

I get to Termini and it's pouring down rain. I don't have an umbrella. I jump off the bus and realize it's a long walk just to get inside the terminal. I being to panic. I start asking myself all kinds of questions like,
"Why are these leggings doing this. I wore them all last night and they were fine."
" Why couldn't I have just worn Jeans?"
" Why can i feel my underwear now beginning to follow suit with the leggings.

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

I'm walking funny, I'm trying to keep my camera from getting wet, I'm trying to keep my tights on so they don't fall completely off in the middle of the biggest train station in Rome. I'm trying to not have a panic attack and I'm trying to dodge every Umbrella vendor.

The first few I'm very polite and say, "No grazie." .... "No grazie." But by the 10th Vendor my attitude changes into, "NO! I don't want a F@!#-ing umbrella. Unless you're going to open up 3 of them and cover me while I pull up my underwear up... I DONT WANT AN UMBRELLA!"

I get inside termini and the nearest bathroom is FAR. like, quarter of a mile far.
I can now feel them around my thighs and all I can do at this point is squeeze my legs together as tight as I can while I walk to the bathroom.

I reach my destination and see the saddest sign ever.
"80 CENTS TO ENTER"

I only have a 50 euro note.
You have got to be kidding me! 80 cents to use the bathroom?

I have no choice. Right there as several people, women, and men, are passing through; I drop my things, take of my jacket, pull up the dress and adjust my situation. I look down and realize the problem. I put the leggings on backwards.

I'm already being stared at and humiliation at this point is irrelevant. The boots come off then the leggings. I turn them around. I make sure everything is in place. To be 100% the same thing doesn't happen I take the clip out of my hair and clip my leggings to my dress.
I pick my dignity up off the floor and I RUN AS FAST I CAN out of Termini Station.