My First Time Eating Chicago Style Pizza and Someone Sees Me Pee

I wasn’t going to leave Chicago until I had some pizza.

“It looks pretty busy, are you sure you don’t want Chipotle instead?” This was my first time in Chicago and this was the only time I was going to have the chance to have Chicago Style Pizza. I’m a people pleaser but even I’m aware when your only chance of Chicago Style Pizza is here. This chance will never come again.

“I was really set on the pizza, we don’t have this back home.” I’ve seen traffic before but traffic in Chicago is next level. I could see why my aunt didn’t want to stop for parking.

“Very well, we’ll keep looking for a spot”

I couldn’t help but notice how lifeful the sidewalks are in Chicago. As we circled around I couldn’t help but notice the bright colors coming from the clothing worn by the bystanders. I looked down at my outfit, sighing, hoping that I didn’t stand out too much when we reached the restaurant.

Luckily we were able to find a parking spot, not too far from the restaurant. I could have been overthinking my outfit too much. No one would have noticed that I came from across the country. All that mattered to me was that I was going to experience a mouthful of delicious cheesy goodness. I’ve heard the tales, I’ve heard the debates between who had the best pizza. I was going to experience history.

The traffic outside must have been coming from somewhere else. The restaurant wasn’t full. There was quiet music playing in the background. I could hear the slight hum of conversations filling the restaurant. I’m so glad I stuck to my gut because I would have missed out on the pizza of a lifetime.

By the time we reached our table, it started to hit me that I was in Chicago. I have the chance to cross deep-dish pizza off my bucket list. “You order for us,” says my aunt. She hands me a menu and I couldn’t help but look at the prices. I was also arrogant about the sizes because I ended up ordering two pizzas. Which was a big mistake. One pie is enough for 4–5 people. Trust me, one slice is plenty for a person.

I appreciate the waitress for being so patient with me. Considering I was a fourteen-year-old kid from the west coast ordering pies. I could tell she was annoyed with my arrogance pertaining to the size of the pizza. She warned me. She really did.

Nonetheless, she was a great waitress. She constantly refilled my water, and I didn’t even ask her to refill it. The wait for the pizza was long. We were waiting there for almost thirty minutes. My stomach wouldn’t stop reminding me that pizza time was so far away. I tried to shut it up and distract it by filling it with water.

I overdid it with the water because I wasn’t satisfying my hunger. I was expanding my bladder. I thought I could hold it. There was no point in holding it in because the bathroom was 2 feet away from our table.

I ran. I did the pee-pee dance across the bathroom. I went into the first stall and it couldn’t lock. I went to the second and the lock wouldn’t work. I washed rinsed and repeated but I finally gave in. Okay! No one is in here so if I make this quick I’ll be done in a jiff.

I closed the door and let myself release. I was about almost done when I heard someone enter the bathroom. I worried but I had the door closed and I thought the person would see my legs.

Well, boy was I wrong. I saw the stall door open and I couldn’t even react in time. “I’m so sorry!” the girl says to me. She was more embarrassed than I was. I was the one baring it all. Poor girl. She didn’t leave the bathroom until I left. I didn’t know whether I should be the one to leave first or her. I couldn’t stay there forever plus my pizza was waiting for me outside.

When I arrived back at the table (only 2 feet away) I hid my face. I could not stop laughing. My aunt annoyed from being left out of the joke begged me to tell her what happened. I showed her in a text message and she began to laugh at me. Oh well, at least I have my pie to look forward to.

I did get my pizza but I took something else home with me. A lesson that I will never forget. Don’t give up until you find a bathroom with a lock on it!