Sitting down on a curb at a festival experiencing Lucy in all her glory. This girl who was a friend of a friend of a friend comes and sits next to me. She is tripping as well. The conversation goes on for about 10 minutes and then we start talking about the trip and the body load... About 30 seconds later she goes, "Oh God, I think I shit myself..." Took me a minute to process what she said, "Did you say you think you shit yourself or am I hearing things?”. "Ummm ya, how embarrassing.... I gotta go!!" She returns a bit later and is like, "Ya, ummm I need some help. The Porta-potty is out of toilet paper, it is dark, and I am tripping sac!” I look around for my wife, a friend, anyone but no one is to be found. I have ADA access so I escort her to the ADA Porta-potty which is usually MUCH cleaner and one of the large ones. I hand her a pack of wet wipes and wish her luck. She opens the door and says it is too dark in there (I don't know why this festival wrapped their ADA Porta-potties in black fabric but they did). "Am I really going to have to go into this Porta-potty while this chick drops what little clothing she has?” is all I can think to myself. Well that and, "Is this some sort of plot to get me in a Porta-potty? Where is the hidden camera or my wife to jump out and say 'caught ya!!'?” But I agreed. Holding a flash light, her stuff, a pack of wet wipes, and trying to face the wall a contemplate how I got into this mess. She is mortified btw so not a ploy to get me a line in the least. I try to put her mind at ease and tell her is is no big deal. We get her cleaned up and exit the dark enclosure. By this time about 10min has gone by and there is a line of people trying to get in. The dirty and disgusted looks could be felt like daggers. "It is not what you think!!” I exclaimed as a Chad tried to give me a high five. We wandered back to our spot and she didn't say a word. About 10 min goes by and I tell her, "Don't worry, I'll let you explain that in the morning to my wife!!". We both busted out laughing.