Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Three Cheers for Tinted Windows! (Hang on . . . Lemme Get Up.)
Kneeling on the floorboard in the back of a Hyundai Santa Fe and trying to direct pee into an aluminum can is no small feat. Especially when there are bumps on the road you’re riding on. The interstate. On which you are navigating your wife to merge onto another interstate. If only you could navigate to a rest area. Which might require a map. (Quick FYI: There is apparently only ONE rest area between Columbus and Atlanta . . . at the guest center OFF the interstate. Which we passed 20 miles before I really had to pee.)
So, yeah. Things I learned today:
- My pee schedule is pretty well set . . . apparently. Travel that occurs during frequent pee episodes must revolve around such episodes. Or I might find myself peeing into an aluminum can in a car moving at 75 mph.
- My “nearing-urgently-full” bladder contains about 12 ounces . . . of “recycled” Sprite, in this case.
- Holding a warm aluminum can full of any fluid is unsettling. That it’s your own urine makes the situation no more comfortable.
- Somewhere between Pelham, Georgia, and Dalton, Georgia (perhaps near Sasser), there is a point at which the price of condoms sold in restroom vending machines drops 25%.