Trip Checklistroad trip2

  • Take car to mechanic
  • Snacks
  • Clothes
  • Extra copies of Troubled Spirits
  • Kindle
  • Books
  • Papers for Work
  • Toiletries
  • Dog food
  • Disposable urine bag

Today’s the day. My car is in tip-top shape and everything on my list is tucked away. I’m ready to begin my trek to the Carolinas!

Are you wondering about that last item? Well, there’s a story behind that…

I like to drive at night. Thanks to years of working the night shift, staying awake isn’t a problem. But boredom is. And when I get bored, I drink lots of water.

On my last trip to the Carolinas I left at 11 PM determined to make it across the George Washington Bridge before 5 AM. The roads were clear and I was on track to meet my goal, and then….I missed an exit.

By the time I got back on course, my timeline was in jeopardy.

Which is why I sailed past the next rest area, ignoring the gentle nudge from my bladder.

By the time I was inching my way across the George Washington Bridge, my bladder was ranting.

photo credit: Justin Kearns

photo credit: Justin Kearns

And when I reached the other side of the Hudson River, my bladder was in tantrum mode.

Desperate to appease my ballistic bladder, I searched for a restaurant, gas station–anything.  I found nothing.

And then I spotted it!  A tiny store on a little road running parallel to 95. I was saved! I steered onto the exit and onto a ONE WAY ROAD going the opposite direction from the little store.

“Don’t panic,” I told myself.  Waves of heat rolled through my body. Beads of sweat covered my forehead. My bladder forced me to keep going.

I tried to ignore the fact that I hadn’t seen one business–not one.  I saw a sign that said ‘Central Park Avenue’ (or something to that effect). I couldn’t tell  for sure, because I was so distracted by the demands of my bladder that I could barely focus. A little voice inside my head whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.”

Dilapidated buildings filled the streets before me and common sense over-rode my bladder.

I turned the car around.

My bladder screamed.

I pulled over. No one was in sight.

My eyes fell on the object responsible for my distressed bladder–the insulated water cup…


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As I embark on this journey I endeavor to drink sparingly and listen closely to my bladder so that I will not be forced to use the last item on my list (even though it was gifted to me by the truest of friends).

photo credit: Garrick Ridlon

9 Comments on “Memories of a Road Trip

  1. So lucky i wish i could go but, ( Don’t go in a full cab pick-up with your family, a pregnant mother, a dog,your brother with his girlfriend, and your mom’s boyfriend…. ends with feet in your face = P )

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  2. You still didn’t really tell the whole story, but it’s probably better for your professional reputation that way. 🙂 Can’t wait to see you.

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  3. It seems my bladder is determined to have an impact on this trip. Just received a call from my travel agency, it seems the facility I’m going to requires a 12 screen drug screen instead of 10. So here i sit at labcorp in Connecticut waiting to pee in a cup.

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