A long day ending in a trip to Daytwa Metro to pick up some beloved travelers after a trip to San Francisco and thereabouts.

Texting from a loooong line of cars, I was thinking, “Do I have to P?” Naw, I’m okay. But it reminded me of my uncle Duke telling about when he was stationed in England some time after WWII and he and Radical Betty were driving around on some back roads in the middle of the night (I think) and she had to P. Nobody was around when she started that process. Alas, before she could finish P-ing, a bus pulled up out of nowhere and stopped. She could not stop P-ing to save her life so a whole busload of people got to watch. Much gnoffing accompanied the story from both Betty and Duke.

When you grow up in the yooperland, sometimes if you have to P you have to P. I remember being totally embarrassed when I was eight or so and my family and I were on a Sunday drive somewhere out in the tootlies. The Commander chirped, “We’re having a bathroom party. Do you want to join?” Yikes! Nope. Nobody could see us (there was nobody else around) but…

I have done woodsP, drivewayP, urbanP, and any number of other Ps but I always make sure there’s no way a bus full of people (or ANYONE) can see me.

At any rate, we retrieved our travelers successfully. I know airline travel is safe but I am always happy to get that “landed” text.

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