I'm sure you've all done it. You are at the grocery store ready to check out. You look at each line, at the people and at their soon to be purchases then make a mad dash at the line you assume will be the fastest. Then, to your dismay as you look at the phoney magazines, you realize all the other lines are moving. If you had been in the other line you would be checking out now. But as usual there is someone that needs a price check or something and that leaves you with the descion to jump ship, move to another line. You know in the back of your mind that if you do, this line will start moving and the new one you are in will stop.
Wednesday afternoon I left Logan to go home. I approached the freeway listening of course to Dr Laura. Innocently traveling along minding my own business the radio said "Interstate 15 going south is closed in Ogden you may want to exit before 21st street." Being the cautious person I am I decided to get off at Willard Bay and head east to 89. As I approached the exit I realized they were forcing you off. So I got in the right lane as the portable light sign said the two lanes were merging. Again I found myself in a line. The cars on the left of me were buzzing by since they planned to merge way ahead of me. This made my line go even slower since my line had to accomodate their merge farther up the line. I sat there and got a little testy. Should I get in the left lane and butt in farther ahead or just sit here in this line like a proper person should do? I become aware that no more cars are zipping by on the left but my lane is going a little faster. I look in my rear view mirror. There is a great big semi on my tail. He is riding in the center lane so cars cannot pass on the left. What a good idea. I roll down my window and give him a thumbs up and we wave an knowing Yes!
Little to my knowledge at the start of my travels it would take 31/2 hours to get home from Logan to South Jordan. About 2 hours into my adventure my bladder started to fill. The 2 liter coke I had just sipped was beginning to be filtered into my bladder along with the other unwanted items from metabolism. As the trip went on I realized this was going to be a problem. By the time I got back on the freeway from the detour I had to start wiggling to stay in control. Bountiful-I am sure I can hold it. Getting off the freeway at Redwood Road I am counting the minutes before I can get home. Now I am starting labor breathing -in through the nose and out through pursed lips. It is helping a little. Redwood Road is solid cars it will take a little longer. Maybe if I held myself and whistled it would help. It did a little. Maybe I will just let it go I could clean the car later. I did make it. Thankgoodness no one was home and I could run to the house while holding. I made it! I was so proud of myself. Later I wished I had had a speci pan to measure how much. I'm sure it was 2000 cc.
4 comments:
Mom, you passed along your gene for picking the worst line to me. I try to compensate for my unwanted heritage by making whomever I'm with pick the line, however it's usually just Micah and me, and Micah can't tell me which line is best. Although I'm sure he inherited that same cursed gene from me, in time we will find out. Who can escape it? Usually I don't care for semi's, but this semi did the right thing.
I like that semi. I honestly can't say I know how you felt when your bladder was bursting to the brim. The only time I can think of when I had to go real bad was at one of Megan's soccer games when I was a kid. It was all flat, no trees to hide behind, as I had a very shy bladder. Luckily, after 20 minutes of despair, the sprinklers turned on some fields away, and I found a way to innocently relieve myself.
I don't experience this awful need to go anymore because I swim. Need I say more?
Oh the lines.lines...lines...lines! IF there is anything the grinch hates more it's the lines! Yes, I get quite irritated at the sdults who have never left their childhood and still feel that they need to crowd in front of the other kinder more patient children! As for the bladder issues...you had 5 kids...I'm very impressed that you could hold it as long as you did! Me, after having two, find myself in percarious situations where when one has to go she has to go!
1. I always pick the wrong line.
2. I'm a fan of that semi driver.
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