I traveled to an unfamiliar location this past week and was driving around exploring.
I found a Five Guys and having not had any for the last year or two, decided to indulge. I indulged, and then got in the car and headed out for more exploration.
I came to a historic town and kept going, and soon I was in rural farmland. That's when I felt the dreaded "stomach drop." Uh oh, I said to myself. I quickly turned around and floored it back into civilization, realizing remorsefully how far away from the nearby city I was. I began to consider options: a) rental car back seat (OK, but the ride back to the airport is going to be NASTY) b) newspaper in the back seat + woods (hmm, this is going to be explosive, maybe a bad idea) c) suffering it out.
I chose c) and happened upon a gas station. Upon entering the gas station I realized it was actually a bar and there were about twenty people sitting around drinking (This was about noon) The waitress took one look at my face (and probably immediately judged I was not a local) and said bathroom's in the back honey! I made it..
