Including the penchant for Popovich women to have teeny, tiny bladders.
Add to this that I drink no less than three liters of water a day and carry a water bottle with me when I travel, and while I may not know where I actually am at points, I WILL be able to tell you where the restroom is and/or a suitable location for a makeshift potty-spot could be. I've peed in more public locations,with, or without an actual toilet, than you probably care to know. If we're being honest, I have to pee right now.
On Monday, I flew into the Chicago airport after that whirlwind trip to the South starting Saturday. Here are the actual texts I sent Eric:
Eric at 6:06pm: C10 has a Denver flight delayed leaving now at 8:15pm. You could see if you have a shot to get on it.
Me at 6:08pm: OK, but we're in the "penalty box" as the pilot called it. Plane still at our gate, so we're waiting... and I have to pee.
Eric at 6:09pm: Gotcha.
Me at 6:18pm: Gate check may cause me to wet my pants.Seriously. (Please note that this is a real threat.I have actually wet my pants in my adult life. Not often, but it's happened.)
Me at 6:19pm: Oh my goodness, where are the gate check bags? I have to GO
Eric at 6:20pm: Sorry.
Me at 6:20pm: I wonder if I could borrow a fiaper from the woman with the baby across from me?
Me at 6:24pm: Bloody hell. Still waiting (at this point, I'm looking at the Jet Bridge, and wondering how obvious it would be if I squatted right there.)
Me at 6:26pm: I will pay someone to get my bag for me and deliver it to me in the women's room.
Me at 6:28pm: They left my bag in Charleston, didn't they? It's never coming.
Eric at 6:28pm: Hmm. (He knows better at this point that to do anything other than make noncommittal noise texts. I can feel my bladder starting to shred under the pressure.)
Me at 6:30pm: I've never been so happy to be in an ORD toilet in my life (this after nearly knocking over an old man going ever so slowly up the Jet Bridge. If I could have levitated at that point, I would have done so.)
Eric at 6:30pm: :)
I wish I could tell you this was an unusual occurrence, but then I'd be lying. D@m# you, tiny bladder!