I went to see a provider who rocked my world recently. Considering my prior incidents on the road, I made sure I emptied out myself before I hit the road. I bought a can of red bull and a power-aid so that I don't doze off or get thirsty while driving. Before I forget, I sent her email told her that I'm leaving now.  

By the time I was almost at her incall, I had downed a red bull and a power-aid.  Figured, I'd stop by the next rest area but being too occupied with the the loud song I was blasting in my car, I missed the fucking rest stop. No big deal though because I'm usually good for another 30 min.  

So I parked in the garage on the top floor. The bottom floors were full!  Sent her a text saying I have arrived. I popped the drunk open to get my mouthwash and rid myself of the smoke smell. Much to my surprise, as soon as I got out of the car and stood up in the chilly weather, I felt my bladder had just gone from Defcon 4 to Defcon 5.  

I needed to go within the next two or 3 minutes tops, before my pants got wet. She then texts back "Give me 5 minutes, thanks!". At this point, I'm wondering if I can even walk from the garage to the restroom in the lobby because it wasn't a short walk.  It was clear I had to take extreme measures.  

So, there I was flat against the wall on the top floor, leaning over and pretending like I'm just looking at what's going on down below, with a smile on my face. All the while I'm letting the hoover dam loose, drawing what looks like the map of Africa on the garage wall.  I think my dick is a great artist...

-- Modified on 3/23/2014 11:30:53 PM