Porta-Potty Pressure Cooker - Part 3 - #1 of 5

This post (the third in a four part series) is a month late. I started writing it, and it kept growing. The more I sat down and wrote on it, the more I wanted to say, and the longer it got. Since it was (collectively) a HUGE post, it got put on the back burner.

If you are just joining in for the first time, may I suggest you catch up by reading...
Part 1 - I open up with a little "personal information" that may shed some light on this topic...

Part 2 - where my journey into bathroom hell begins...
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Porta-Potty Pressure Cooker - Part 3 - #1 of 5

Once the fireworks were completed, it was time for the mass exodus of people. We had set up not too far from the parking lot so we could make our hasty retreat when the time came, and that time was NOW...

There was a tsunami wave of people (literally in the thousands) walking down the path that led to the porta-potties - only they were heading out towards us - and away from the porta-potties.. This WAS NOT the best of moments for #1 of 5 (a twenty year old) to announce that he now had to use the bathroom...

Given the number and volume of people, and the fact that #1 of 5 would have had to go against pedestrian traffic patterns, I estimated we would have had to wait for him for well over 45 minutes before he would be back to where we were... And then, we would have to fight the traffic exiting the ramps...

Both the Mother of Five and I urged him to "hold it" untill we got to the car - and then we would (quickly) find a nearby filling station where he could "un-fill".

Reluctantly, he agreed.

#1 of 5 made it to the car. Once we got situated in the car, and his having to "sit still" (which he has problems with even when he does NOT have to use the bathroom) only made things worse... He was bouncing in the car, and threatened that if we did not get to a bathroom soon, he was not going to make it. (but he was much more crude with the description of what was going to happen...)

This got me aggravated again... A bit because he could have gone earlier (before the fireworks), a bit because he should be able to "hold it" and a bit because we were going to have to stop and find him a "public restroom"...

Sigh...
"TMI WARNING": I am able to (easily) "hold it" for a whole day...
Why #1 of 5 could not hold it for another 30 minutes is beyond my ability to comprehend...

Being familiar with the area, I drove to the nearest gas station so he could "go".

So the rest of us sat in the van waiting for #1 of 5 to use the bathroom. It started becoming a "noticeably long wait" when we finally spotted through the window #1 of 5 was (still) standing in a long line of people...

He would have been better off letting me drive a few more miles and found the third or fourth closest gas station, because (since this was the closest) it was very busy. He ended up waiting in a line long enough that we could have been half way home...

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Could this be it? Could things possibly get worse? If you have spent any time here on The Life of a Father of Five, then you will know that it undoubtedly will...

Trust me, you've come this far already... You wont be disappointed... Stay tuned for the fourth and final chapter...

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