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
My dad would bring a thermos of coffee in the car. Of course, it’s easier for guys to whiz by the side of the road than for girls ...
We moved across the country several times. I remember endless days across the desert, listening to the Watergate hearings on the radio. Mom never forgave President Nixon for being so stupid.