I Had to Pee

This is like half a blog. A bl.
I covered a football game for my old newspaper in Lawton tonight. At halftime, I had to pee.
The press box is located about 3 stories up from the field. There's a one-holer in the press box. I try to enter the one-holer, but alas, occupado.
I patiently wait, making a couple of Words With Friends plays and reading a few pages of a book with my phone's Kindle app. After a full 10 minutes, nobody has come out and I'm hearing nothing. I start to question whether I pulled the handle the right way. It's one of the horizontal ones. So I gave it a good tug the other direction. Still locked. Tried the originial downward pull just to be safe. Still locked.
Whatever, I got nothing else to do and it's not an emergency. I'll wait. After another five minutes, I am now worried that this person will not come out before the end of halftime, and I know I can't hold it for the whole second half. I also reckon that if this person does come out soon, I probably don't want to walk in right afterward. There's only five minutes before the second half starts.
There are two levels of the press box. I'm on the lower level. Having taken the elevator up the first three flights to my floor, I decide to take the stairs up to the top level and use their restroom. Luckily, the door to the top level of the press box is locked. I guess nobody takes the stairs anymore. I knock but nobody answers (The top level of the press box is usually used for coaches, and the coaches go down to the locker room to talk to the team at halftime).
So I decide to go back to my floor, check my restroom again, and then take the elevator to the ground level to use the regular restroom if that fails. Luckily, the door to my level of the press box is also locked from the outside. My fury vaults my feet down the three flights of stairs in about 5 seconds, and I am not a happy customer as I exit the press box and look for the restroom.
Of course, the press box is in the middle of the field. I don't see any restrooms nearby, but there are a lot of people around a building in the North end zone, so I rush over there. Only three minutes until the second half. Luckily, that was the concession stand. I now see that the restrooms are by the South end zone, 100 yards away.
By far the fastest person in the stadium, I get over there in 8.5 seconds, TCOB and get back into the press box 45 seconds before they kick off. That's what we journalists call working on deadline.