Picture, this I am drinking a nice cozy hot cup of cheap dollar fifty cappuccino and a nice chilled to perfection red bull driving a rental dodge charger that is also at the comfortable temperate made possible by the air conditioning system that is just heavenly. Well, it with a combination of physics and biology the effects of the caffeine hit my bladder hard. I have three mile to the next gas station with the next gas station and rest stop 20 miles away. I have to go right then and it also seem that when I discover that my bladder is synchronized with the children growing restless. My youngest crying with a demonic high pick scream that makes me wish that I was deaf. This awful noise and cramp space is finally enough for my wife whom is on the brink of collapse explodes like opening dropped soda can. I am almost at the limit and the gas station is a mile away and my wife’s is yelling at me to stop at it. I hate stopping at gas station to use the restrooms, but this a dire situation because if I don’t stop the car at this particularly gas station she and the children will go bunkers.
The kids are changed and my wife calmed down. It is time to release the tension of my batter. I at this moment of despair and hurry can’t wait for the euphoric moment of releasing urine into a heavenly toilet bowl. Then when I open the door the stench of urine engulfs my nostrils at mach three. I soon realize that this restroom not the heavenly paradigm I imaged, but was the deepest pit of hell. The toilet seat and floor covered by caked and wet urine. I have to go both number one and number two. I dread the later because I will have to implement the hoverer technique because my skin is not going to touch the once white seat that is now yellow from a generations of evil people (demons) who urinated ubiquitously in the restroom without regard to the next patron. Well, I finish the deed and go to the sink and see that no part of this restroom was left untouched by the wantons who used this restroom. I couldn’t bare to wash my hands in a urine covered sink. I leave the restroom with the feeling of icky deeply saturated in my soul. I knew at that moment even with the greatest efforts I would never forget this dreadful experience. My wife is next victim to go into the restroom and she with a pale face walks back out of the restrooms. She tells me that we are going to stop at the next gas station.
I know I shouldn’t think too much into this situation. I couldn’t help to think whether or not I was a victim of my free will or a sick twisted fatalistic path that my life helplessly follows. I choose the restroom and to drink the combination of red bull and cappuccino; however, if I wasn’t driving on that road or had children or married that situation wouldn’t never have happened. If I never started drinking cappuccinos or Red Bulls maybe this horrid life experience wouldn’t have happened. Also, If chose to upset my wife and went to next restroom it wouldn’t have happened. Thinking deeper if one of great great great grand parents deicide to something a little different then I might not exist today and that horrid experience wouldn’t have happened.
