I have admitted recently that I have a thing about potty talk. Well, things to do with the act really. Or the room it is usually done in.
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There were three of us in the car; my then husband, my three year old grandson, and me.
We were driving up to my other daughter's house and taking the grandson so he could play with his cousins for the weekend. This meant a ride from San Diego to north of Los Angeles which usually took three and a half hours. This particular time though, traffic was crawling. My bladder can only remain calm in three hour increments.
We were somewhere in Los Angeles on a freeway that we didn't usually drive on, so we did not know our way around in that area. It became increasingly more uncomfortable for me so that I needed to exit the freeway which in itself took another half hour. The first place with an entry was where we went. I grabbed tissues and jumped out of the car, careful to step behind my open door so grandson was not peering at me. I was so happy to feel the bladder relief that I sighed and smiled. Just then grandson yelled out his window "Grandma, look at all those people in the window". I turned around and was horrified to see a whole group of people standing at a huge window watching me. They even smiled and waved. The nerve of them! Of course, grandson could not wait to tell the entire family about this incident.