We were on our last leg of our move across the country when I suddenly very badly had to GO. Right in the middle of the desert. There was a cactus and a tumbleweed and that's about
it. I started sweating. And not just because it was 120 degrees. Maybe it would have been good to just get out of the car then and there, but the thing was, the car wouldn't start unless it was in some semblance of shade (bad starter - long story) and there was simply no shade to be had.
We made it to a gas station. I ran in like a bat out of hell. What do I see? Not one, but TWO out-of-order signs, one on each bathroom. The other "normal" people took one look and turned around to pick up a cup of coffee or something, like, "Oh, ho-hum, I guess I'll just go pee outside." I was like this: "@(*&^#$*#(*$&!"
I had to interrupt the cashier while she was ringing one of those people up. She said, "Just use the women's room." It could have been a flaming pit of fiery oil, as long as it was private and had a door I was good to go!
And I was. A very happy ending to the story. It even flushed!