My friend Rick learned this same Lesson that City Airlines learned when he and I were just 17 years old. We were driving up North to spend the weekend in a cabin in the woods, with Indians and bears and a beer.
I had won the shotgun argument. After about hour 3 of the 4 of the drive I had to pee [the cooler was a lot lighter.] Rick gave me a lecture about drinking too many beers before we even got there.
Back in those days a 17 year old had three places to drink beer, parent’s basements, empty summer cabins and cars. Has that changed? I told him to shut up and pull over and I would pee on the side of the road. Instead of listening to my plea, his lecture went on. The others in the back had yet to hear nature’s call.
Back in those days there were no snap tops, so I took an empty can of Pabst, and with a can opener went around the top with it until the center fell into the bottom of the can, leaving man threatening jagged edges all around the can. I told Rick he had to pull over. He refused so I began peeing into the 12 ounce beer can. This was the first time I had any thoughts of just how much pee one pees.
Needless to say… The can filled up quickly without any secondary can prepared. I rested the full can in the crack of the front seat and tried to stop the flow with both hands.
Needless to say… I could not get a proper grip on the hose and off it went. All over the dashboard, the windshield, the steering wheel and a fair portion of the right side of Rick. He got so animated he knocked over the full can on the seat which spilled his direction and gave him a good ass soaker.
Now so many years later, all four people in that car (I just called them to verify this) know that when a guy has to beer pee he has to do it now. And if there is a barrier, like a Rick or a locked bathroom, pee reality sets in. All four of us side with Gerard on this.
My God man. OPEN THE POTTY DOOR! Gosh. How is it anyone does not understand there is no holding back.
Hmm…. Wait a minute… OMG! It was a stewardess! A woman! And as we all know from busy bars, concerts, sporting events and such, women are required to hold it in for very very much longer periods of time than men.
BTW ladies, recently back from a 10 day music festival in Milwaukee I noticed that all the real restrooms had perhaps 30 women to every one man in line. But, the blue Port-o-sans made it all equal! Hold your nose and keep that in mind ladies!