Tough It Out

Saturday night Steve and I stayed out at the bars a little later then we would have liked. We ran to the T stop only to arrive moments before the last train of the night pulled into the station. We counted ourselves lucky and settled in for the ride home. Funny thing about the last train of the night is that it has to wait at every station while they lock up so as to avoid anyone getting stuck in a closed down T station. We were ok for the first 2 stops by the time we got to third I knew we were in trouble. Too many beers had made their way to my kidneys and now needed to exit my body. I had to pee. As we rolled into the fourth stop I sat on my feet hoping that it would help the now painful urge. We sat on the still train as the station was locked up. When the train started to move again I had to pee so bad that I began to feel nauseous. As the T slowly made it's way into central square I told Steve there was no way I could make it home. We had to get off the last T or I would have to buy new pants.

So we jumped off and ran out the gate as the T officials stood waiting to lock up behind us. I ran up the stairs and frantically started to look for anywhere that I could go that would not end up with me having to pay a fine for public urination. We found a bar and ran to the bathroom that was thankfully empty and felt the sweet relief of getting rid of a 24 oz. beer.