For You, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.
I have a two-hour class on the third floor of a building whose only restrooms are housed on the first floor. Our professor generously allowed us a two-minute break in which to do whatever we felt necessary to remain awake for the other hour. For me, after half a liter of water since the beginning of the class an hour previous, that bathroom two stories down meant life or death in terms of comfort.
Outcome: Death. I spent my time futilely searching for bathrooms on the third and second floors before reading a sign that informed me they were another storey down. I cannot decide if this is worse or better than the building with only a Men’s room on the third floor, with the Women’s down on the first floor.