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.

I didn’t.

Biohazard cleanup in the planetarium, ASAP, please.

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