Tinkle, tinkle, little star
My first show of the day was attended by a small group (a dozen or so) of developmentally-disabled adults, chaperoned by a single adult.
As they were leaving after the show, I could quite clearly see that one of them had peed her pants.
The chaperone was oblivious. I tried to catch them on the way out, but they were gone by the time I got to the lobby.
My next point of concern was that I didn’t know where she was sitting, and I thought for sure that I would have a hard time finding the offended seat.
Biohazard cleanup in the planetarium, ASAP, please.