Gratefulness for the bathroom

In our younger years we can be awakened by a frightened child, or the on-call phone dagger from the ER or ICU. As we "mature" (get old, fall apart, what-happened-to-me), that renting of our dream cloud is more likely an insistent ringtone from the bladder.

So there you are, cozy, maybe the room and the floor aren't so cozy. After a period of deliberation, sometimes lengthy, an impulsive toddle to the bathroom ensues.

Now imagine this occurring on a boat. The little boat bathroom can't be used because every pump-out station between Key West and Fort Pierce is "down," similar to the ice cream ma...