Tuesday, September 13, 2011
On my way to the JFK Airport, I was losing control over my bladder. That's what happens when you run in the rain for too long. It was like New York City wanted to challenge me that day. Once I was heading home, it suddenly wanted to rain, and it was pouring hard on me. While I was trying to catch a cab, the coffee I was drinking at the office was beginning to look for the exit.
I tried to remain calm in the taxi cab, but I was losing it by the minute.
Eventually, we finally made it to the airport. I paid the driver and I was out of that cab before the rain started pouring down again. I ran into the restroom and arrived right on time. The urine was coming out of me like a laser gun trying to break through a powerful shield. I breathe out and turned my head round and round as a sign of good riddance.
I'm so glad I'm not one of those men in their 50's and 60's. I read stories about men having a hard time holding it in around that age. It's completely difficult because it hurts like acid. I'm still preparing myself for that decade. Good thing I got another thirty years before that could happen.
I finally finished up and then flushed down. While I was trying to fix my belt, I happened to be paying attention to the way the toilet was flushing. It was incredibly awkward. The way the water was spinning around towards the center looked exactly like a hurricane. I'm sure I'm not the only person who looked at a toilet that way. If you have been paying attention to weather channels and CNN during hurricane season, the toilet might resemble the pictures of the hurricane a little bit.
All of a sudden, I began to hear something clicking. It was like something was getting ready to come out. Then out of nowhere, the water backed up out of the plumbing system, and the water splashed all over my clothes. It wasn't that much, but it did add to the amount of water I already got from the rain.
I walked out of there, pretending nothing happened. I have not looked at a toilet for a few days since then.