I am in Idaho where it is snowy and cold. This brought a story of the Hero and his high school dating days to mind.
He got back into the car and started home. It was back before the freeways were finished. His home was on a boulevard that was in progress. Houston was expanding.
About 2 miles down the road he realized his bladder was full and needed to be relieved. It wouldn't be polite to go back to Jane's and her father wasn't really friendly. Searching in his mind, he thought of a good friend Mary who lived in the same area. He pulled up at her house and hurried to the door. Just after he knocked, he was struck with the thought...What do I do now? How do you say, "Hi, I need to use your bathroom" and rush by them. Mary answered the door. He stammered, "I just dropped Jane home and stopped by on my way home...." in the middle of the small talk he realized this time he could not hold his bladder any longer back. His bladder let loose. He talked even louder to cover the dripping noise. The thought in his mind was 'I am so glad I have a long overcoat on!' It stopped and he said "Well, I have to get home. Bye." and hurried to the car. As he got in, he looked back to see Mary looking strangely at a puddle of steaming liquid on her porch. He never spoke to her of it and she never asked. He would tell our children, "This was one of my most embarassing moments, but I survived." When asked why he didn't just rush home he said, 'not enough time.' Can't you just see him on that door step. LOL How I love him...so funny.