We have all been there. Your bladder is full. The nearest restroom is miles away. Your body starts doing the frantic, unmistakable "bathroom dance."
Desperate, I spotted an empty, large plastic iced coffee cup in the trash bin next to my seat. I waited until the train entered a long, dark tunnel, subtly shielded myself with my oversized winter coat, and prayed to every deity I knew.
With no other choice, Jason had to confess his agony to Jessica. He stepped out of the car, opened both the front and passenger doors to create a flimsy visual shield, and tried to utilize an empty fast-food paper bag. The bag instantly disintegrated. He ended up having to awkwardly hide behind his own open car door in full view of a parked semi-truck driver, who gave him a sympathetic, slow nod of solidarity. 5. The Automatic Flush Betrayal
It wasn't a loud sneeze. It was a sharp "Ah-choo!" followed by the unmistakable sound of liquid hitting a faux-leather office chair. Steve looked down at his khakis, which were now turning a deep shade of navy blue. He looked up at the 14 people staring at him.
As a child, one boy attempted to see if he could kill a patch of moss on a backyard tree with his urine. The moss survived, but he accidentally Pavlov-ed himself—for years afterward, every time he walked past that specific tree, he instantly felt a desperate need to go. 5. Drunken Misadventures Alcohol and bladder control are rarely on speaking terms.
"When my brother was six years old, he woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. Instead of walking down the hallway to the bathroom, his sleep-deprived brain decided that the metal floor vent in his bedroom looked exactly like a urinal drain.