Saturday, August 3, 2013

Closest or cleanest

I don't know why I always do this to myself. 
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. 

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