I decide to drink a gallon of water en route to a story that's in the middle of nowhere.
I swear I thought I was going to pee my pants before the 6:00 news.
My photographer must have seen the pain behind my eyes because he broke down the truck faster than the lightning that almost killed our live shot.
"Closest or cleanest," he asked.
I didn't care what the gas station looked like- as long as it had a toilet.
I must say, the sign outside the women's restroom was...comforting.
Hey, when you gotta go you gotta go.