Stuck on the Highway for 6 Hours and I really need to Pee!
Should have brought a bucket
Hwy 401 stretches 828 kilometres (514 mi) from Windsor, Ontario in the west to the Ontario–Quebec border in the east. The part of Highway 401 that passes through Toronto is North America's busiest highway, and one of the widest.
This not necessarily interesting tidbit of trivia is brought to you as an introduction to my poem below regarding the weather event in the Toronto area on Monday, when a near record 60 cm of snow fell in just a few hours. Stories abound of traffic nightmares and abandoned vehicles all over the city, but what caught my attention was the tales of unfortunate folks being stuck in their cars on the 401 for up to 6 hours. My first reaction of course was: What if they had to pee? I don’t know about you, but there’s no way I could hold it for 6 hours. Hopefully there would be a bucket (not likely) or maybe even a coffee cup in the car. Yeah, I know that’s gross, but what are you going to do? Even worse, what if you don’t have a receptacle at all? That’s when my not so normal imagination took over, and this is what it saw:
Stuck here on the highway
I really need to pee
But I don’t have a cup to use
Oh, woe is me.
*
My bladder is overloaded
In pain, I start to fret
If I don’t find a receptacle soon
My pants I’ll surely wet.
*
I grab a water bottle
And start to do a twerk
But I’m not a urine sniper
No, this will never work.
*
So I get out beside the car
Where’s there’s no privacy
There are 16 lanes of traffic
But only 8 can see.
*
I whip my drawers down quickly
I squat and start to go
Then take a look around me
And see people on their phones.
*
They’re taking stills and videos
That they can share online
Of a woman whose urinary system
Ran completely out of time.
*
Oh no! You heartless bastards
How could you be so cruel?
I’m getting really antsy
As the urine starts to pool.
*
The spill that’s underneath me
Has formed an icy slick
When I move to pull my pants up
I crash down like a brick.
*
So now I’m laying face first
In a puddle coloured yellow
I’m having trouble getting up
My legs, they feel like jell-o.
*
I hear laughter all around me
These buggers have no class
I hope they all get blinded by
The glare from my snow white ass.
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Cathy holmes
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Comments (12)
Love it! 😂
Bloody hillarious! Love it!
Outstanding, well done Cathy. Might just have made my day lol. Like, comment, insight and subbed.
You are too funny Cathy.
A urine sniper 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. Omg I can feel the pain. Fortunately, now I usually have a kid travel potty tucked away in the trunk in case of emergencies (for me too lol)
Oh man 😂. Thank goodness you did not write this from experience. Well done!
Absolutely brilliant!!!! I love your sense of humor so much!! And there is no way I could hold it for that long. I'd I've been peeing on the side of the road too...hahahaha.
This is one of my all time favorites! As someone who has a long commute! I know the anxiety of this situation!
🤣🤣🤣I am glad I waited for morning to read this!!😂😂😂
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I would just die! I know this isn't real but try telling that to my anxiety
I remember this, made me smile