Ideas are bullet proof.
It all started on a road trip with some buddy's of mine. We were hours away from the nearest rest stop, and I had made the fatal mistake of ignoring my bladder’s polite warnings after that third coffee. “I’m fine,” I told myself. “It’s just a little pressure.”
Fast forward 30 minutes, and that pressure was now a full-on internal alarm. Suddenly, every bump in the road felt like a punch to my bladder, and every song on the radio was painfully distracting because I couldn’t focus on anything but NOT peeing.
I tried everything — crossing my legs, clenching muscles like a yogi in a meditation class, even convincing myself to think about something else (spoiler: impossible). I shifted in my seat like a caged animal, squirming and whispering, “Hold it. Just hold it.”
My friends were completely oblivious, chatting away, while I was turning pale and sweating like I was in an action movie. I started calculating all possible scenarios for escape: “If I jump out here, can I make it? Is there a bush? How fast can I run?”
Finally, the car pulled into the rest stop, and I executed a dramatic dash for the bathroom like my life depended on it — or at least my dignity did. I made it just in time, collapsing in relief.
Lesson learned? Never underestimate your bladder’s power. And maybe, just maybe, don’t skip that bathroom break.