We stopped at Stuckey’s. My mother could go forever without using the bathroom, too. You never had drinks in the car in those days. I think she survived entirely on cigarettes.
My mother didn’t smoke. She drank coffee, popped Wrigley’s gum, and/or ate yucky candy that she knew her children wouldn’t steal. (some maple nut candy or candy-coated almonds) Her coffee consumption is why I think she must have snuck in a restroom break. But she was a tough one. Her bladder was made strong by her daddy’s driving habits. My uncles and aunt used to say their daddy made them use a hole in the floor board of their car if they had to potty. But that might be one of those up hill both ways stories. Hah