A Capital Pee

Danish astronomer, mathematician, and alchemist Tycho Brahe

“A Capital Pee” is a repost from an earlier version of Assorted Nonsense.

I really had to pee. 

I was trying to get to work early for a radio drama taping. I wanted to get there and test the microphones, the console, and still have time to sit in on the read-through. Figured if I left by seven, I could make it in by eight-thirty, with the first cast members arriving at ten. 

Freezing rain messed everything up. The damned bus didn’t show up ’til seven-twenty. Then the train was late. Forty-five minutes late. Waiting for it, standing in the freezing rain, it occurred to me that I really had to pee. 

I couldn’t leave the platform in case the train came. The train was already late and the subsequent train had been canceled. If I left to pee, I’d miss the train and I might never get to work. If I couldn’t get to work, I wouldn’t be able to record the radio drama cast. I’d let a lot of people down. The train would come soon, I knew. I’d be able to go to the washroom on the train, or maybe even be able to hold it until I got to Toronto. 

The train took its sweet time coming. But it came, and I got on it, and I thought I’d better sit down if I want to get a seat, and sure I had to pee, but I could hold it ’til Toronto. Lots of other people got on, we stopped at Ajax, then Pickering, and by then so many people were on the train that we couldn’t take any more. There was no way I could get up from my seat and get to the washroom because there were far too many people in the way. 

No problem. 

I’d be able to go to the washroom in Toronto. 

“Sorry folks, we’re gonna have to wait here on the platform for a while until they figure out what to do with us,” the conductor announced to the train. “It’ll just be a few minutes.”

Half an hour later the train hadn’t budged an inch, and I began to think of Tycho Brahe.

Brahe was a sixteenth century astronomer who, once upon a time, attended a banquet. It was considered the height of bad manners to leave the banquet before its conclusion (so the story goes), so Tycho didn’t go anywhere, even though he really had to pee. He stayed the course right up until his bladder exploded, and he died several days later. Physicians these days think that this sort of thing is impossible, and that Tycho actually died from something else (such as mercury poisoning). But sitting on that train with my bladder poised to explode, I was fairly certain that not only was that how Tycho Brahe had died, it was how I was going to die. 

Fortunately, the train began to move. I would be spared such an ignominious death. 

Unfortunately, we moved about two hundred meters and then the train stopped again. A frozen switch. No problem: a mere half an hour later and we were on the move again. 

By then I was in agony. 

Ladies and gentlemen, we have created a world in which we cannot pee when we have to. And that is just plain wrong. Because you see, everybody has to pee. It’s a natural body function. Why, you yourself have probably peed this very day. You may be returning from a pee (did you wash your hands?) Or you may have to pee right now. If so, I suggest you go and pee. Because it’s really not the sort of thing you want to put off. 

Once I had to pee and I thought, I’ll just take the elevator down to the second floor. I’ll be able to pee once I get to the second floor. 

Wrong.

The elevator got stuck between floors. I was stuck in an elevator in Toronto. It was one in the morning. Security had to call Wisconsin to the elevator company’s head office to locate an elevator repairman. The elevator company’s head office woke up a repairman who lived in Barrie. He had to drive all the way into Toronto and a mere hour and a half later I was able to pee. 

And I’m here to tell you that that pee felt good. 

And so (for that matter) did the pee I had after being stuck on the train. 

Which is why, perhaps, we’ve created this crazy world in which it’s not possible to pee whenever we want to. So that sometimes, after we are required to hold our bladders for interminable lengths of time, when at long last we are finally able to pee, we can appreciate just how unbelievably good it feels. 

Ahhhhhhh……. 

ZZZipp.

Joe Mahoney

Joe Mahoney is a Canadian writer/broadcaster. He's the author of the time travel fantasy adventure novel A Time and a Place, originally published by Five Rivers Press, and the memoir Adventures in the Radio Trade, published by Donovan Street Press.

https://www.assortednonsense.com
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