There are two times in my life where I wish I was a man. Road trips are one of them.
I made it through the wilderness of Cincinnati rush hour traffic.
And then it hit.
You know the feeling...that creeping feeling which says you need to pull over or there will be a mess in your car to clean up.
But I ignored it. You might be thinking to yourself, "she must not have had to go that bad." Well, let me explain: I had another hour to drive and it was getting late and I was alone and I just wanted to make it home. Also, I dislike--no, make that loathe--public restrooms. This fact makes it hard when nature calls.
See, here's the thing. Guys have it easy when it comes to road trips.
If they wanted, they could bring something so they wouldn't have to stop and use the restroom (if you get my drift). Or, if they didn't want to do that, they have the advantage of standing up to do their business. This makes it super easy. For them.
Girls can't do either of those things.
If I were a man, I would stop to use public restrooms.
P.S. I made it home without an accident. I have a really strong bladder.