Now this may be a little TMI, but we’re all chums here. I’m approaching Seattle with my mom, and I get a bad rumble in the ol’ gut. I’m hitting a wall of traffic and my GPS directs me to drive off the highway into the city. So I’m now on a residential side street god knows where when the tummy hits again. And it’s like, this is no longer something I can deny. I literally became a kid again. “Mom! I’m in real trouble!” We’re 30 minutes from the airport. I’m looking for anywhere. I’m considering bushes. I come to an intersection just praying for a Starbucks. Anything.