Before Kirt and I got married, everyone where I worked brought thier presents to work instead of to the wedding. One day I received a toaster oven, one day I received some steak knives and one day I received a fondue pot. Well on that particular day, we had a huge snow storm. I had to leave work early. It took me almost two hours just to get through the intersection at Long Lake Road and Woodward Avenue. I was almost back to our apartment in Waterford and had to pee so bad. The roads were horrible and I thought if I tried to stop somewhere I would get stuck in the snow. I contemplated wadding up my coat between my legs and peeing on it. (it was a lovely lime green velveteen double breasted coat I might add) and didn't like that idea. So, eureka, I thought, the fondue pot. You must imagine the traffic is going amout one mile an hour. I reached around and got my new wedding present and opened it, put it under my lap, and proceeded to have the most satisfying pee of my life. After that I was afraid that if I moved it I would spill pee all over my car, so I sat on it all the way home. When I got to the apartment finally I dumped it out in the parking lot. When I told Kirt and Barb, who lived at the apartment also, they laughed at me. I started crying. When I went to the bathroom the next time, there was a huge ring around my butt that lasted all night. That New Year's Eve we served fondue.
