I could tell you all the best gas stations to stop at and use the bathroom. Along with my porta-potty app, maybe I should start an IBS bathroom app. Rate the gas stations with stars for the quality of toilet paper, cleanliness, and here is a big one, friendliness.
Some of the employees of gas stations don’t come across as too friendly when you run in and just use the restroom. Some are fine and friendly, warm and welcoming. Thinking on this, maybe they are IBS sufferers as well and therefore that leads to them being more understanding.
I do stop at a lot of gas stations. And rarely do I buy anything. I am just there to use the restroom. Mornings are the worst.
One particular morning on my way to work I was having some stomach issues. Once you hit a certain spot getting deeper into downtown, and I find this is with most towns, gas stations get hard to find. The average person probably has never noticed this. Ask an IBS sufferer, bet they could give you the public restroom/gas station layout.
Sometimes the best gas station is any gas station
So it seems as I am getting deeper into town, my symptoms are heading in the direction of becoming dire. I am running out of places to stop at. I am approaching this old service station, which is on the rougher side of town. However in this case, it doesn’t matter where I am, this is an emergency situation.
The bathroom is a one-holer, back-of-the-store kind of deal. Like I said it is one of those old places, the rough side of town. It is not a new fancy gas station with ten stalls and a towel warmer. I head straight back there and grab the door handle. It is locked. I am rattling the handle trying to get the door to open.
My brain clears for a moment and I realize there must be an occupant. I start franticly knocking. Whoever is in there needs to come out immediately. After what seems like an eternity they answer, very calmly, they tell me to “chill out, I’m coming”.
This person doesn’t have a clue about the stress I am going through. I am currently looking for a receptacle to shit in. If he doesn’t come out of the bathroom, I am going to shit my pants in the middle of the store or shit behind the lottery stand.
Undeniably, I don’t want to shit my pants. Remember I am heading to work and that would put me turning around to go back home to get clean pants, shower, etc. Shitting in a receptacle would be a better option here. None of it sounds good, but options do have to be weighted out.
Blessings
Blessings on that man, he made it out just in time. He was not happy with me rushing him and he let me know when he made his exit. I made it in the restroom and saved myself from a whole lot of embarrassment and kept me from angering an employee. Surely, no one would have been pleased if I shit behind the lotto stand.
Would you download an app that located quality bathrooms for you?
Have you ever thought you were not going to make it to the bathroom?
