I live in a state of confusion, and yesterday was no exception.

As I drove back to my motel after the GTG, I made a wrong turn that took me in the opposite direction. I was on the phone with DH, who was on the computer in our motel room, trying to help me get back on track. (Moi had actually given me an escort for several miles when I discovered that my GPS no longer worked).

All I could think was I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!!! I'll bet the driver behind me wondered what music I was bouncing to, lol. I mean, it was like I was 9 months pregnant all over again. I HAD TO GO!!!

Gas station bathrooms scare me, so I pulled into a friendly looking CVS Pharmacy. Was greeted at the door by a nice young man, then whizzed past him to the back of the store. I was a desperate woman, so good thing he didn't get in my way!

I found the door labeled RESTROOMS, no problem. Could NOT open the thing because it required a CODE! Say What? A code to go to the bathroom? I made a quick stop at the pharmacy and learned the secret combination *cue 007 music* and (happily) it worked.


The last time I had to go that bad I actually was pregnant. 30 years ago we stopped somewhere near Lake Tahoe at a restaurant and I had to wait in line to talk with the lady at the counter to inquire where the bathroom was. She said I had to buy a can of soda first. So I paid $2 for a 35 cent can of Coke (I would have glady paid $10 at the time).

She pressed a hidden button and the door marked "Conference Room" magically opened to reveal a nice, clean single stall bathroom. Ahhhhhhh



How about you? Had any close calls?