PISS AND TELL
A weak bladder interferes with a romantic encounter
Senior year of college, I worked for the university’s in-house catering company, which meant lots of long hours standing on my feet. By the end of a 10-hour shift, I was exhausted and just wanted to go home. In fact, so exhausted that I ignored the tingling sensation that signaled I had to pee.
En route to the bus stop, I realized my bladder wasn’t going to make it the 8 minutes it would take to reach my off-campus apartment, or the 2 minutes it would take to sprint back to my job. I ran to the nearest building in a panic, but it was Sunday—the doors were locked—so I made a mad dash for the bushes a few yards away. Unfortunately, I came up short. By that I mean, literally 10 steps to the huge flower pot in front of the building, where I plopped down and released—just as soon as my crush pulled up offering me a ride!