At Any Rate

At any rate the traffic was horrendous on interstate 24 constantly coming to a standstill like a sloth trying to crawl or slower than molasses is a better description many cars getting off the next exit because of the sign inscription, Quickly parking many ran like Forrest Gump into the gas station surprised to find a long queue which looked like the United Nations of females with the same anguished looks on their faces some jumping up and down while others did some pacing, I'd say the line was at least twenty females long with our bladders about to burst while standing in the throng we'd glance at the bathroom door whispering a silent prayer knowing if we had an accident it would be a nightmare, So we'd chit chat a bit and try to calm each other united like sisters quite aware we weren't equipped like our brothers who would see their male bathroom line being pretty long as well they'd quickly run outside as if breaking out of a prison cell, Before I knew it my turn to use the latrine was next so I ran in there like a female sailor ready to hit the deck afterwards my body felt relief like never before grateful I didn't leave any embarrassing puddles on the floor, On the walk back to my car I called my family telling them about my restroom experience in the Tennessee Valley and how the queue moved pretty fast although no piece of cake having had reached the "porcelain throne" just in time at any rate. 1-14-18