Pee-juggin it

A pee jug in and of itself... Not that interesting. But in this, my most shockingly personal post, I too have a pee jug story to tell.

When I moved to Seattle, it was a night of white-knuckled, 24-foot truck driving fun. After somewhere in the negborhood of 6 hours on the road, I was tired and although my truck's tank was on E, my tank was on F. An empty Diet Coke bottle was both the question and the answer. Try as I might though, I couldn'a find a time that the traffic was moving slow enough that I could fill the wee bottle. Anyway, I almost hurt myself from holding it so long, but all ended up ok. I went in a deserted hospital overflow parking lot.

The end.