āIāll hold itĀ ātil I get homeā. Ā Those can be Famous Last Words. Ā I know, because Iāve had them backfire more than once.
We all been in the situation. Ā Weāre busy, maybe en route to somewhere, and we donāt want to take the time to seek out a toilet. Ā So we just figure weāll hold in our piss until we reach home. Ā But then there are unexpected delays, and all of a sudden we need to piss REALLY BAD and thereās no convenient place to go. Ā Iāve peed in bottles, in alleys and behind trees when this has happened.
Some mornings Iāve had a list of errands to do (after two or three large mugs of breakfast coffee), and I always strive to hold my bladder until I get back home. Ā Quite often thatās not possible, so Iāve learned where there are rest rooms along my route. Ā
Iāve taken delight in my neighbor who has a long commute home and often gets a monster coffee at a drive-through. Ā The instant he gets in his driveway he makes a dash for the house or behind the garage, and when that doesnāt happen I suspect he had to make an emergency stop somewhere along the way.
I was once at a party with a housemate who chose to omit a pee before the short trip home. Ā There was an accident on the highway that added some minutes to the drive, and he started to piss his pants the moment he got out of the car at the house. Ā
Thereās something magical about oneās own toilet, and being able to hold your piss until you get to it is a satisfying achievement. Ā