Laura spots a nearby diner. She rushes over as fast as she can. The moment she steps inside, alone, an employee swoops in.
“Where are your parents?” the employee asks. Laura crosses her legs.
“Gotta pee and poopoo!” she whines at the employee. The employee’s eyes widen. She picks Laura up and brings her into the bathroom, where she removes Laura’s overalls and places her on the toilet. Just then, Laura’s hold breaks. She lets out a sigh of relief at avoiding soiling her clothes. The employee looks at her curiously.
“Where’s your training pants, sweetie?” she asks.
“Took them off,” Laura replies. The employee frowns.
“Hmm. That’s not good.” Once Laura finishes, the employee wipes her down and brings her over to wash her hands. A woman enters the bathroom with a baby and diaper bag. The employee looks over. “Oh, ma’am?”
“Yes?” the woman asks.
“Would you mind sparing some training pants for this little girl? She walked inside on her own, doesn’t have any, and definitely needs them.”
“I don’t have any training pants, but I do have a diaper that should fit her, since she looks pretty small for her age.” The woman digs around in the diaper bag and pulls out a diaper. “Here.”
“Thank you,” the employee says, taking the diaper from her.
“Go ahead and get that on her, Walter can wait,” the woman says. The employee lifts Laura onto the changing table, removes her overalls yet again, and tapes a diaper on, then pulls the overalls up again.
“There!” The employee sets Laura on the ground and takes her hand. “Let’s get you back out to see your parents, okay?” Laura nods reluctantly. The employee leads her out of the restroom. The training pants were humiliating enough to Laura. A diaper is even worse. There’s a lot more padding, and she can tell that there is a visible diaper bulge under her pants.
In the main area of the diner, the employee looks around.
“Where are your parents?” she asks Laura.