How did I miss this one?
OK, so you bought yourself the 24 oz. coffee for the trip down the Parkway. Maybe the 24 oz. coffee followed a large orange juice and perhaps a glass of water. Maybe there was more traffic than you anticipated, and partway through your trip, you realize that you have to empty your screaming bladder.
No problemo, as there is a rest stop up ahead.
You pull into the rest stop and walk briskly to the menâ€™s room, and you take a position at one of the urinals to begin the process of relieving yourself. Of course, you are strictly following the â€œStare-Absolutely-Straight-Ahead-While-Peeingâ€ Rule. Everything is going just fine, when â€¦
You reflexively violate the â€œStare- Absolutely-Straight-Ahead-While-Peeingâ€ Rule and turn your head to find that one of Jerseyâ€™s little old ladies who drives a really big car (in this case, a Buick) just crashed through the menâ€™s room wall, creating a twelve foot by twelve foot hole in the wall.
All of a sudden, you feel the immediate and pressing need to use one of the stalls.
And, you resolve never, ever to get the 24 oz. coffee again.
No, this did not happen to me, but I suspect that it happened to one or more poor bastards who were in the menâ€™s room when the little old lady and her Buick barged in.
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