This actually reminds me of a story from when I travelled for work a lot.
Wrapped up a week at a site, started what should be about a 3 hour drive home when "the rumbles" started. I'm talking high velocity, take your clothes off and pray to Jesus levels of shitting, but I'm 3 hours away from home. Thankfully I'd driven the route countless times so I knew about how far I had to go per-stop to get a toilet I could die at. Took about 6 hours, but I made it home without shitting myself.
