unfortunate moment #4,293
One of those long drives I used to do on Hiway 10. Usually going from parts Louisiana or Texas headed parts home to California. It was night. The road was lonely. And [cover your eyes Great Aunt Agnes] I really had to pee. I mean really. Like wet your pants really.
In the middle of nowhere on a miles from nowhere drive sometimes you have to ask yourself, The car seat or the off ramp?
Texas is really flat too. There are not a lot of places where you can pull over and not be real visible from the highway, so even when you go with option two [pull over!] sometimes it takes a while to find a place that works to do that. But I did. Some feeder road, which Texas is full of because Texas is so big, they can not fill it up with just highways they have to put in feeder roads by every highway just to make it sort of look filled up.
It was not till I was parked on a feeder road, blocked by a miniscule rise of ground you could barely call a hill from casual highway stares in case any other car actually did show up at that time of night in that much nowhere [they will if you decide to park for this purpose, every time, unless you take precautions, you can be in the middle of nowhere and not have seen a car for five hours but the second you drop your skirt fifty Mac trucks and five families on vacation with small children WILL round the bend from some parrallel dimension do not ask how I know that], that I saw the sign on the chain link fence I was huddled next to.
“Texas blah blah Correctional Facility blah blah DO NOT stop vehicle DO NOT exit vehicle KEEP ALL DOORS LOCKED!”
[They were pretty emphatic about no hitchhikers too.]
Jeez. What a time to have your drawers down.