About 25 years ago, I was hurt on the job.
One of the company rules, was that an injury required a drug test.
So, at the hospital, they told me they were going to do one, as soon as they got the kit.
15 minutes later, I informed them that I could give them the sample.
About 10 minutes later I let them know that I was ready to give them a sample.
Another 10 minutes, and I let them know I needed to give them the sample.
ANOTHER 10 minutes and I’m on the gurney, legs crossed, begging to go.
FINALLY they bring me a bottle.
I explained that I had had TWO large (maybe Super Size, I forget) Diet Cokes on my way in to work.
It’s now been 2-1/2 hours.
They laugh it off and tell me they could get me another bottle if needed. (with as long as it took for them to get the first one??? RIGHT...)
So they close the curtain
and I proceed to pee for them...
past the full line to just below the rim.
Afterwards, drs would walk by and look in, to see who pee’d so much.