First off, I would like to apologize in advance for what you’re about to read, as this is not your average blog post.
Regardless, I got the idea for it on a flight from Rochester to Chicago on the way to California.
– Flying is always a bit nerve racking. Having to pack your whole life into a suitcase, trusting strangers to get it to the right place, fearing for your life who you might sit next to, and holding your breath hoping the plane won’t go down.
Of course all these thoughts were lingering in my head as I boarded the plane, but as my mother, my sister and I sat down and buckled up, excitement started to take over.
After about 20-25 minutes of waiting, it was time to turn off our cellphones, put away our electronics devices, and take off. I read Blink by Malcolm Gladwell to distract myself as we rose into the air.
Once we had leveled off, I couldn’t help but get excited from the view outside my window seat.
Granted I didn’t get the window seat for our four hour flight to San Fran – my sister got it as it was her first trip to Cali – I took advantage of it while I could.
I was all settled in enjoying the flight, when the worst of all human dilemmas came upon me.
I had to pee.
Now your probably thinking, that’s it? That’s the big ol’ dilemma?
Well, if you knew my mom you would understand.
Lets just say, she’s a germ-a-phobe who tells disgusting horror stories to the point where you don’t want to try something anymore.
Including going to the bathroom on an airplane.
The worst part? As soon as this ‘urge’ set upon me, the flight attendant informed all of the passengers that we had to stay seated as it was time to descend.
If you haven’t flown before, please realize that the descending of an airplane takes about half an hour.
SOMEBODY HELP ME.
This flight was about an hour and a half, and I had already been fighting my impulses the entire time.
Didn’t this woman understand when you gotta go, you gotta go?
But, nothing I could do at this point.
Good thing I had that beautiful Chicago view outside my window to distract me for those 30 treacherous minutes.
As soon as the plane landed, I left my mom to grab my bags, and sprinted to the nearest ladies room. Ah, RELIEF.
Lesson learned, never accept the complimentary coffee on the airplane – no matter how badly you want it.
Unless you can hold your bladder.