It never fails. I am a pisser. Before, during and after a movie, I gotta hit the header. Unless it is REALLLLLY captivating, my thimble sized bladder makes demands of me. Now, the only movie I can think of where I did not have to split for a few is Avatar. And that was long. I felt like a marathon runner going the distance. But for me, I my big deal is, “not ┬ábeing able to go”. For example, a long drive, as soon as I buckle up, I am panicking thinking how far can I make it. Many a urinary panic attack on a family trip. Or I try to strategically sit somewhere I know I have bathroom access, like at Church. I think it has something to do with my self diagnosed O.C.D. Don’t get me started on locked doors.

And wow, 48oz cherry coke.. yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.