Back a few years ago my friend worked in Chicago and lived about a 20 min train ride in the burbs to the West. As he was leaving work one day on his way to Union Station and about 1/2 way there, he had the stomach/intestinal rumbles. He thought it was just gas, but when he tried to let it eek out, it was more than just air. Figuring he could just use the Station bathrooms, he kept walking. Once there he came to find the bathrooms were closed for repairs. "No Problem" he thought, I'll just use the one on the train. That day they happened to be using a short run train with no bathrooms. By now he was in excruciating pain. Barely making it off the train at his stop he remembered it was a small train station with no bathrooms, so cheeks pinched, he ran to his car, hopped in and tore out of the parking lot thinking he could make it the 5 minutes home. He got lucky, all the lights he hit were green and he screamed into his driveway, threw it in park, and proceeded to completely shit his pants before he could get out!!!!
