anyone every pick up freight in Queretaro mexico? freight is never there and eventually you get hungry and eat at the restaurant in the terminal. freight shows up we load and leave. v1, roatate, v2, positive rate, ohhhh damn i'm getting the heat flashes and the tremors all at once. its only about an hour to laredo with no lav in this cargo lear I fight it out and just pray customs is walking out to the plane when we taxi up. we show up and i can't hold it any longer i run in, blast into the restroom. drop my draws and vomit out of my a$$. oh damn, no toilet paper??? option A do the hop step to the next stall, option B use my t shirt and throw it away. I select option A. As I am inching to the next stall with my pants hanging i realize i'm in the womens room. oh well wont be the first time. i tuck into the next stall to finish up. i latch the door and i hear someone come in. i'll just do my thing and play possum until they leave. She is not impressed with my aroma! hahah take that you bull dyke customs agent. she leaves and i wait a few minutes and make my escape. i see her heading back to the office, on the way out it dawned on me. i forgot to flush the first stall. i decide to dart out to the plane. my captain is sitting there laughing at me. customs hadn't even came out yet.
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