As I straddled this hole I figured it couldn’t be no harder hittin’ it than the games we used to play in the bathrooms as kids. Of course, my mother did fuss at me for missin’, so it might not be as easy as all that. Anyway, everything was going pretty good. I was at least missin’ my pants leg, and that really was what I was worried about the most. Of course, then the train started around a curve and the car started to lurch a bit. By instinct I grabbed the pipes since there were no hand rails to speak of. Although I did not see anything, I knew that was probably not a good move. I must’ve used almost a full bottle of the alcohol hand cleaner when I got back to my seat.
Well, a little bit later Darla has to go. I warn her about my adventure and ask her if she thinks she thinks she can hold it for the last two hours. Darla gives me one of those looks that makes a fella feel stupid for bein’ a man. She gets up and starts down the opposite direction of the bathroom. “Hey, I holler, the bathroom is up yonder.”
She just gives me her cute condescending smile and says, “Trust me.”
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