One of the most frustrating travel experiences of my life came when I flew out of National Airport and I had to pee. Of course, getting up in the first 30 minutes of your flight out of National means getting tackled by air marshals and the flight diverted to someplace like Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. I sat in my seat, after we sat on the runway for an hour in a storm, as the plain took off and we reached our cruising altitude, crossing my legs like my life depended on it. Waiting forever like that was frustrating.
All I can say is…my bladder thanks you.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
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