Posted by Danny
This post is dedicated to my daughters who I’ve cracked on mercilously through the years for inconvenient bathroom stops.
I was trapped! Heading down I-95 North to West Virginia, it was 9 pm and I was alone. The kids rode with the grandparents earlier that day. I was ready for the six-hour drive, my i Phone newly filled with 1,900 of my favorite songs. Kenny Chesney keeping me company.
I knew the urge to tinkle was coming, but I didn’t realize the traffic that was in front of me. Nor did I understand the lack of exits between Richmond and Fredericksburg, Va. I was in a hurry. I’d heard bad things about stopping at rest areas at night, besides, the next one was 43 miles away. There seemed to be no other option.
I eyeballed my McDonald’s cup. Yep, I still had the lid.
I didn’t realize how difficult it would be while in transit. Moving, while moving, is nearly impossible.
I drank the last bit of Diet Coke and strategically placed my fountain drink holder. Stop , then go – there were brake lights everywhere. I glanced at the cars around me. It was dark, the semi driver next to me couldn’t possibly see. I’m sure he’s done the same thing, he drives for a living!
Almost…then a horn. I’d forgotten to press the gas and was lagging behind the car ahead of me. I sped up, my bladder contracted.
Think about something relaxing. A day on the beach – not helping! I don’t do that on the beach. Picture the bathroom – yellow walls, a window, a tan tile floor. Whew… relief.
Oh no, the cup is filling yet I’m not empty. Can I stop mid stream?
No wonder girls pee in their pants. Sometimes there just isn’t a better option.