Carolyn Manning

Exit 403

She had to pee. Bad. The road signs along the interstate seemed to mock her discomfort: “Gas/Food/Lodging. Exit 403. 10 miles.” Hadn’t she just passed a billboard that said the exit was coming up in 5 miles? What will the next one say: 20 Miles to Exit 403!? She was beginning to sweat. She wondered if anyone had ever died from an exploding bladder.