I have an infamously small bladder. Maybe just an infamous inability to hold a regular sized bladder. In any case, it sometimes makes things really awkward (road trips, movies, sex, sneezing, trampolines). Most of the time I just laugh it off, but at the very least it means I’m going to be completely incontinent when I old.
Last night I was in the neighboring town, Takasaki, at strangely cool Irish bar called Odessa. I had to down my last cocktail (of three) to dash to catch the last train, scheduled to leave at 11:14pm. I ran to the station, and made it to the platform with a couple minutes to spare. My train apparently had the lowest priority. We sat at the platform until well after 11:30 waiting for other trains to clear the track. Then we made very long stops at subsequent stations to allow other trains to pass.
I seriously had to pee. I was in agony. I shifted positions. I stood up. By the time we got to one station before mine, I was concerned I was going to burst right there on the train in front of all these stern late night Japanese passengers. Moreover, I remembered that the train moves very slowly between that station and my own. And my train station doesn’t have a bathroom so I’d have to run through the station and run around to the other side where I might be able to find a place to squat where no one would see. Could I make it?