A Christmas Traffic Jam to Remember

As I sat in the car, sweat was dripping down my face, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would make it to a restroom before it was too late, because despite how long I've been pressed, it doesn't seem like I'll locate any restrooms, and the traffic jam seems to stretch on forever, making me run out of ideas on what to do. I'm sure you might be wondering how I got into that situation; well, let's start from the beginning to give you an insight into how I got to that position.

Christmas is one of my favorite festive periods of the year, and after being given a break from work, I was thrilled about the prospect of traveling home to meet up with my family members and have an excited moment together; however, a day prior to me traveling home, I was gifted something by my neighbor that almost ruined my steeze while traveling. Trust me, had I known the gift would cause so much havoc, I wouldn't have collected it.

Well, I guess we'll get to that part later, so on the deal day when I was to travel, I had packed all of my luggage and went to the Moto park to get a bus heading home. While waiting for the journey to begin, I was both relieved and excited about the prospect of meeting my family after a yearlong absence without getting to see them in person; however, not long after we hit the highway, my enthusiasm turned to frustration.

My enthusiasm turned to frustration because not long after hitting the highway, we ran into congested road, and before you know it, even our back was filled with collectless vehicles. I was angry because the sun was scorching hot, and being under such temperature without the vehicle moving is going to be disastrous, unknown to me that the worst is yet to come, because while still grumbling about the weather and the traffic congestion, I soon felt nature calling; I mean, my stomach began to grumble, and my memory flashed back to the meal I was gifted by my neighbor the previous night.

As I didn't want to turn down the meal, I had decided to eat the beans and plantain, not knowing it would cause havoc for me the next day. As the pressure built up within me, I began to look around in search of a public restroom where I could ease myself, maybe at a gas station, mall, restaurant, or the like, but none was in sight. In fact, we were in a bushy area. I was panicking and even shouted on the drive to move because I was pressed. It was a funny outburst inspired by my state, because even I can clearly see that there's no way around the traffic. I was just gathering strength to hold it up and not shit my pants among total strangers whom we boarded the same vehicle at the park.

As I sat in the car, sweat was dripping down my face, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would make it to a restroom before it was too late, because despite how long I've been pressed, it doesn't seem like I'll locate any restrooms, and the traffic jam seems to stretch on forever, making me run out of ideas on what to do. I had, on several occasions, shifted uncomfortably in my seat in search of a position that would stabilize my discomfort, but nothing seems to be working.

Fortunately for me, after about three hours of suffering under those terrible circumstances, the traffic began to ease off gradually, and as the vehicle moved, I was scanning the whole area in search of a public restroom, and after about 30 minutes, I finally saw one and shouted at the top of my voice for the driver to wait, although most of the other passengers weren't pleased with this because they felt we needed to keep moving to beat the traffic before it built up again.

While they were busy protesting letting the driver stop, I was already poking my head out through the car from the window, with the intention that if they didn't stop, then I'd jump down from the vehicle.

Fortunately, they did stop, and I quickly ran into the gas station restroom, eased myself, and came out. I had completely eased myself and was feeling like a new person before I remembered my stance of avoiding the use of public restrooms, but what is the use of a stance when I would have shit myself and gotten embarrassed if I didn't use the public restroom?

Well, I returned to the waiting vehicle and had to wait for other passengers, who had seized the opportunity to stretch their legs and buy snacks before we proceeded again, although the traffic was still there, but I wasn't as frustrated as I initially was when I was a prisoner of my discomfort; it was a funny experience, as most of the passengers can't help but look at me awkwardly and later joke about my predicament. I joined in the laughter, and after some hours we all arrived at our destination. Getting home, I narrated my ordeals to my family, and another round of laughter erupted, paving the way to a pleasant Christmas celebration with family.

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