continued; Boy howdy did that ring a bell with me!
I Got the Urge
Next, I’ll tell you how all off these factors came together to form this super collision.
The morning of my departure I ‘suited up’ for the trip. The gray ones looked almost dressy in my estimation. Nice and cushy up front with a little frilly gathering work around the leg slots. Jodi reassured me my ass didn’t look any different than usual (which would have been a ‘deal breaker”).
We said our good byes and I hit the road. An hour and a half or two hours after leaving Port Charlotte on I-75 north of Tampa I felt the first blush of an impending shower and the anxiety that usually comes with it.
Then, with hardly realizing it I felt the warmth.
Golly, my habitual frustration, anger and pain was no longer an issue. I was in heaven. I dropped the Mustang into 4th gear, dusted the slow poke in the left lane upped my speed to 85 punched in the cruise control and cruised, smiling.
All That Time!
Whilst flowing, I thought about all the TIME I was saving by not having to stop to pee the old fashioned way.
By the time it was time to get gas I was so relaxed, I didn’t even think about peeing. When the Mustang was full, I thanked my lucky stars, got in and was back on I-75 in slightly less time than it would have taken a pit crew from the Indy 500.
Shortly after the gas up I felt the urge to go again while at the same time feeling a bit confused because of my lack of experience in certain matters.
I wondered what the volume limit was on these things. It didn’t say on the package in fact, there were no directions at all. I guess you’re just supposed to put them on and pee but, I couldn’t help but wonder what was the standard volume limit?