She opened a stall door for me to go in and came in right after me and said I had to pull down my pants below my knees and pull up my shirt above my belly button. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I began to shake. I sat down, did as I was told, but ...
I sat there for at least 20 minutes with this lady shouting instructions at me and me shouting back that "I just can't do it!" I took some deep breaths and tried to relax and convince myself that I had to pee, but it was not happening. Not a drop. I had new empathy for toddlers going through potty training.
I was finally allowed to get up, go into another room and wait. I tried three more times -- go sit on the toilet, half naked, and try to go. Finally, on the third go-around, and an hour and a half later, the deed was done. Well, not really. I then had to pour the sample into two different A and B bottles for testing. I was still shaking, trying to pour the urine into the two small bottles. The tester tried to help me, and I accidentally spilled some on her. She yelled a few obscenities at me in broken English and Czech.