I hesitate to tell this story because I felt really guilty after it happened. I was walking back to my car, which was parked in a very large underground garage in Chicago, on Saturday. It was freezing cold out and half way to the garage I knew I had to poop badly! It was very late and there was no where to go — no cafes or McDonald’s around — and I kept thinking what should I do. I made it into the building and paid the ticket at the pay station. The urge to go momentarily subsided so I figured I’d go to my car and start heading home. But by the time I reached the car, I was only seconds away from a huge accident. It was one of those split second kind of decisions. I can let go in my pants in the car and have a huge mess (its a 1 hour drive back home), I can let go in my pants outside the car, or I can pull down my pants and go in the garage. I took one last look around but these garages have no bathrooms and I knew they didn’t. The place was deserted. I stepped in front of my car between the car and the wall of the garage, pulled my pants down and let go. I was so ashamed at what I’d done!!! I can’t imagine the cleaning crew discovering that mess. I jumped in the car and drove away. I felt so guilty all the way home!!!!