Coming home from TFCon, traffic was typical Toronto congestion. Stop and go, stop and go. Change lanes, stop. Change lanes, go! I had to pee real bad.
When we got back to my place, Jay stepped out of the truck for a smoke. Jen came out to visit, and I still really had to pee bad. I did the easiest thing possible: I snuck behind his truck and took a leak. There was nobody around who could see me.
But then I heard a woman’s voice, and close by! I looked to the left, to the right, and back again. I kept hearing the woman’s voice and couldn’t figure out where she was, so I decided to cut myself off mid-stream. Nobody likes doing that. Not the greatest feeling in the world.
I heard the woman’s voice again, and then figured it out. It was my cell phone. I had butt-dialed my own voicemail and that was the automated voicemail talking to me. At least I didn’t get busted peeing outside!
* The photo above was taken during the summer of 1990 and is just a water balloon!