If Only I Could Hold It

One thing you learn on long trips is where you can (and shouldn't) stop for a restroom break. Unfortunately, there were a few places that I'll never be able to erase from my mind. I've usually got a few go-to places that I frequent, but sometimes they're not always so close. I almost got into a brawl yesterday when someone kept trying to walk in on me. How is a locked door not an indication that it's occupied? I'm not even going to tip-toe around it - after the third attempt to bust in, I *may* have lost my shizz. Yep, all my road rage came out directed at the idiot trying to bust into the restroom. Lucky guy. Ah, good times.