We used to take long trips when I was a kid.
Instead of bearing the burden of pulling over to pee and wasting time I had to face the dreaded…
PEE JAR!
Do you know how difficult it is for a seven-year old to balance, hold a mason jar, aim and pee in a jar at a velocity of 65 mph? The performance pressure alone was enough to explode a bladder.
Afterwards, I had the pleasure of sharing the back seat with my new friend…
A full jar of pee.
It would just sit there, staring at me and splashing about. I knew what it was, it knew what it was, my parents knew what it was but, they just kept driving.
I will tell you this: There would be no denying the full pee jar if we were ever in a 65 mph collision.
Then again, who cares if you’re soaked with seven-year old piss when you’re dead?
