At work today, a coworker and I were discussing the recent astronaut stalker story. We weren't really interested in the tawdry details about the love triangle. Instead we were interested in the car.
"I want a car that can go 900 miles on a tank of gas," my coworker said. "Why else would she need the diaper?"
I thought about that for a second, and she had a point. After all, if you stop to refuel the car, you can quick pop into the bathroom and get your business taken care of. I mean, really, how long does it take for a woman to pee?
Then again, we both are band geeks and are familiar with the hell that is touring out of state -- at a rest stop, you have approximately 20 minutes to get 300-400 kids off the bus to use the bathroom and get back on it for another seven hour ride. Obviously, we've trained our bladders.
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