Hey, when a guy has to go . . .
When I was twelve years old, we were traveling from New Orleans to our home in Alabama.
We were somewhere outside of Meridian when we noticed a car parked right off the interstate. Standing beside the car, facing the woods, was a man relieving himself. Right in view of everyone on the interstate.
My stepsister (at the time) and I laughed hysterically. The guy must have really needed to go.