On Friday night, I set out from Spokane, Washington to San Francisco, California. I have a bladder the size of a walnut, and I also intended to complete the drive in a single nonstop run. This entailed numerous rest stops in Washington, Oregon, and California.

Just after 9PM, after passing through The Dalles, Oregon on Interstate 84 westbound, I felt the typical bladder contractions, rolled my eyes, sighed, and began to hunt for a rest stop while simultaneously notching my cruise speed up to 85 mph.

At last, a sign for a rest stop - 3 miles ahead...