Story that is not only pointless, but funny, and embaressing.
So its 1400..Our weekly Staff meeting begins, and so far so good.. 1410 rolls around, and I need to pee. Now I am a grown man, with ten years of service to this United States Air Force...And I can't go pee because our commander is there and walking out is NOT good when he or other officers are speaking, or if myself as a briefer needs to give some information... Meeting continues..1426 or so, and I need to pee some more... Skip ahead and it is 1515, and OH GOD IMMA DIE IF I DON'T PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...
Fast foward to 1532, and I am a shaking, sweating mess bent over trying not to cry. I am talking painful, pressure that if I was poked I prolly would of reverted back to being a 2 year old and commenced to unleash the dam of hell in my pants...
1536 rolls around, and I am hauling ass to the bathroom after we are let out ignoring every person even higher ranking my way who is trying to ask me a question. 1537 and I start what can only be described as as old faithful of pees. I KID YOU NOT 1540 ticks along and I finally stop, damn near in tears of joy. I then go home.. What I have learned is not to drink a 20oz Redbull (sugarfree, of course) 30 minutes before you have to start a meeting, but also that my joke about having the bladder of a ten year old girl (it's in my wallet, wanna see?) Isn't as funny when you are about to piss yourself in front of your entire command.
*shrug* hey it is better than the usual asanine stuff I post.
So its 1400..Our weekly Staff meeting begins, and so far so good.. 1410 rolls around, and I need to pee. Now I am a grown man, with ten years of service to this United States Air Force...And I can't go pee because our commander is there and walking out is NOT good when he or other officers are speaking, or if myself as a briefer needs to give some information... Meeting continues..1426 or so, and I need to pee some more... Skip ahead and it is 1515, and OH GOD IMMA DIE IF I DON'T PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...
Fast foward to 1532, and I am a shaking, sweating mess bent over trying not to cry. I am talking painful, pressure that if I was poked I prolly would of reverted back to being a 2 year old and commenced to unleash the dam of hell in my pants...
1536 rolls around, and I am hauling ass to the bathroom after we are let out ignoring every person even higher ranking my way who is trying to ask me a question. 1537 and I start what can only be described as as old faithful of pees. I KID YOU NOT 1540 ticks along and I finally stop, damn near in tears of joy. I then go home.. What I have learned is not to drink a 20oz Redbull (sugarfree, of course) 30 minutes before you have to start a meeting, but also that my joke about having the bladder of a ten year old girl (it's in my wallet, wanna see?) Isn't as funny when you are about to piss yourself in front of your entire command.
*shrug* hey it is better than the usual asanine stuff I post.
lee:
Hehe, you have a bladder of a 10 year old girl 