Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:This happened to me during my morning commute not long ago. Driving down 270, horrible traffic, and unexpectedly the low, urgent siren song of my bowels came calling. I was able to make it to an exit in Germantown, and pulled into the Whole Foods parking garage, thinking I might be able to make it in to the store. But no. It was not to be. The massive relief of being so close to the restroom triggered some kind of primordial "relaxation" reflex, and I had to go right then, right there. I had an empty canvas tote bag in my car, and grabbed that, and pulled down my pants and squatted next to my car in the garage for sweet relief. Luckily there were not many people in the vicinity. I put the tote bag in a garbage can and felt horrible about the situation I had created for the person who had to empty the can, but I could not think of a better solution.
What good thinking!