Back when I was eighteen, right before my first son was born, I was on a road trip to Windsor with my girlfriend to visit her family. We stopped at a food court plaza right before hitting the 401. It was early July and absolutely SCORCHING out, so we both bought drinks and some salad. With our thirst and hunger satisfied, we got in the car and proceeded to the 401.
Things went well for the two hours or so, until suddenly I had the urge to shit. Of course I held it in and hoped it would go away. Unfortunately, it got worse and worse by the minute. I was literally wrenching my stomach muscles, trying to hold back the hurricane that was fighting to escape my colon and flood my boxers.
Lovely. Just lovely. Could it get any worse? Here I was on one of the busiest highways in the world, my pregnant girlfriend fast asleep in the passenger seat, no washroom in sight, and on the brink of loading my pants with my own brand of detergent.
I was determined to get through this without humiliating myself. I considered pulling over, but on second thought, that didn't seem like a good idea. So I nearly floored the gas and prayed there would be somewhere to shit soon -- and glory be! It wasn't long before a gas station was in sight.
I literally tore the key out of the ignition and slammed the car door as I dashed into the gas station and found the john -- and froze in horror as I gazed upon the OUT OF ORDER sign taped on the door. I turned the handle, hoping it would still be open, but it was locked. Shit and damn it all! Why do gas stations close their bathrooms?! Argghhh!
So what choice did I have? Clenching my ass cheeks, I went over to the women's washroom, and thank god it was unlocked. I unzipped my pants as I dashed in, bursting open one of the stall doors, sitting on the toilet, and exploding one of the most amazing liquid shits of my life. When I was done, I sighed in relief as I flushed and did up my fly. Oh man, did the bathroom reek.
When I opened the door and walked out of my stall, there was this old woman standing by the sink, staring at me in disbelief. I was so fucking humiliated. But there was no getting out of this one, so I just smiled a big hello and went back out to the car. As I closed the door and slid the key in the ignition, my girlfriend asked me what I was doing in there. I simply told her I had to use the washroom. If only she knew about the war I'd just barely won.