After a long day of Heavy Drinking on the job (Coffee, Green Tea, Water, and Cranberry Juice) I elected to evacuate my bladder a 1/2 hour before leaving the office instead of the Usual 5 Minutes. Needless to say 10 minutes into my 40 minute Commute, a strong urge for relief hit me all of a sudden. As Murphy would have it, traffic on the Parkway stopped just as suddenly. After negotiating my way off of the Parkway and onto the local streets, I was delighted to see a lone gas station in the middle of a heavy residential neighborhood. I entered the establishment after noticing that there was no outside rest room facility and asked the proprietor for directions to the rest room. He immediately pointed to a sign that said "No Bathroom". I asked to see the Manager and explained to him that I had an Emergency #1 and was willing to top off my gas tank, if purchasing was an issue. He like his employee pointed to the dreaded "No Bathroom" sign. Just then I heard a toilet flush and another employee exited a side door drying his wet hands. It took all the discipline that I had to not push them aside, kick the door open and end this fiasco. I left looking for another establishment or a deserted corner to risk arrest in a quest for relief. after 5 Minutes I encountered a Public Ballpark with a large picnic ground. I could see the Bathroom structure in the distant field, so I parked the car and made my way toot sweet across the field to reach a locked park bathroom (3:52pm on a sunny Wednesday afternoon). I finally settled on a large Oak where I rejoined Nature, repositioning myself periodically to adjust for pedestrian traffic. Once again I was foiled from a simple act by the written word, and the shortsighted budget / or Laziness of Public Park officials.
I appreciated this rant. A nutural function shoud not be that difficult.So can you imagine the insanity you would have had to deal with if you were a woman. We don't have the tree option.
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