About thirty minutes on the road and I started to feel the need to go number two, but I didn’t say anything. After another fifteen minutes had passed, the need had amplified and ten minutes after that I blurted out, “I got to go!”
“Alvin you were supposed to go before we left.” Mom griped back at me.
“I went pee, but I didn’t know I needed to go number two.” I said grumpily back to her.
“You’re going to have to hold it. We’ve got about twenty minutes or so before we reach a rest stop.” she said.
I sat quietly in the back seat trying not to think about needing to go, but as each minute ticked by the feeling increased exponentially. Not thinking about needing to poop wasn’t working for me so then I tried concentrating on holding it in.