I drove my parents to the Philippine Consulate General in San Francisco. They wanted to apply for dual citizenship. (It took about 4-5 hours.)
Rush-hour traffic began when they finished.
I had to go when we passed the SF-Oakland Bay Bridge on our way home. Let me rephrase it. I had to pee. I could not hold it anymore.
Traffic congestion continued. No exit nearby. It was dark. Time was around 7pm.
"Do you have a water bottle?" I asked my Dad.
"Yes. I do." He answered.
It was not empty. So he finished it. He gave me the bottle.
I had to go. I peed on bottle while my Dad held the steering wheel. I was driving about 5-10 mph.
(Thank you, Dad. Thank you, traffic.)
We worked together as a team.