And then the exit appeared.
Seeing this my bowels decided to grow excited and give everything a little push. Normally this would be fine, though annoying, because it’s only like a five minute drive from the exit to my place. That night, however, it was very unwelcome. Why? Apparently, there had been a semi-truck accident a minute from the exit, one that blocked the entire road. The result, I had to take a detour route that increased my travel time by twenty-five minutes.
Needless to say I was really squeezing and several times nearly pulled off at a gas station to use the bathroom. In the end I stayed in the car and made it home. It was a close call, but thankfully one that didn’t end in disaster. Had I left my parents house a few minutes later or had to take an even longer detour this probably wouldn’t have been the case and I would have been forced to pull off. Instead I just get to think about it as another odd experience concerning my Crohn’s Disease and the diarrhea I sometimes get from the surgery I had in 2006. The oddest of course is still the fire alarm at college incident from 2009. How I ever made it back into my car and then back home before ruining a pair of pants is a mystery, but I did.
Anyone else ever have an experience like this?