Molly shifted nervously, the puddle she was sitting in shifting with her. It was New Year's Day, and she sat in a pothole filled with melted snow. As you do on New Year's, of course. While she had only sat in it due to a moment of frustration, it had quickly turned into a protest to fill in the pothole. But now Molly faced a new problem besides a pothole: she had to pee. With a bunch of people watching her. Fantastic, isn’t it?
She let out a groan and shifted around again. “Are you
