I drank four glasses of McAlister's tea. You know what I'm talking about... those big tall glasses of tea. Major mistake. One of the first rules I learned as a young reporter was to pee and eat when I had the chance... and to moderate my fluids because bathrooms are not always available. Clearly, I thought I'd be some sort of renegade. Bad move.
My story was shot... I had one quick interview left to grab about IUPUI canceling some classes around Super Bowl and offering $25 parking. It was going to be an easy night. A) Law schools are known to be open 24/7. Law school students study all the time. B) I could write my story early and relax.
Not So Fast... BREAKING NEWS!!!
It never fails. Never. This time it was an explosion on the west side. Apparently half of Indy felt it. As we rushed over to the scene... I had to pee. It's all I could think of.
I explained to my photographer that if he didn't drop me at the Super Kmart across the street from the explosion that I was going to pee my pants. He asked me not to... because then I'd smell and he'd have to sit in the live truck all night with a stinky reporter. ha!
I'm running. Literally running into the Kmart. and I barely make it. whew!
Success. I didn't pee my pants. I ate dinner (baked cheetos, pickles, jerky and a coke zero). That is what any reporter will call a good night=)
So I gave myself a treat. Girls Scout cookies... working in a newsroom makes eating healthy sooo hard.