Never Have a Conversation When Your Bladder is Full
- ledelstein2
- Sep 9, 2025
- 2 min read
I met with a magazine editor this week. Yes, in person. Big building, busy, security, all the things I don't need in my home office. Maybe that’s why I was unprepared. From the moment she surprised me at the lobby elevator, she began to talk enthusiastically about her idea for a feature, and she kept chatting as we glided up fifteen floors and she led me back to her office. All I could think about was that I wanted to visit the bathroom.
I planned my trip. I had figured I had time. Wrong. The conversation kept going. I didn’t stop her although I wanted to scream, “Stop talking, let me go to the Ladies Room and then I will be able to pay attention!!!”. I said nothing. She explained the article she had in mind. I agreed. She named a price. I agreed. All I could think about was my bursting bladder and whether I would make it to the bathroom without embarrassing myself by hobbling along the hallway taking miniscule steps and kegeling (remember kegeling when you were pregnant?) all the way.
Sure, I just made it. Saying more than that is TMI, too much information as they say. But here is the problem: I would have negotiated better, perhaps gotten a better fee, certainly I would have discussed my ideas (which I have to do in a follow up email) - all because my bladder was full and I didn’t want to interrupt her and decided to wait. Learn from my mistakes. Do not negotiate when your bladder is full. My friend Lori put it best when she said, "I'd say yes to anything to stop the conversation!"
See, this blog is incredibly helpful to your aging life. Welcome.
Less amusing, that is, if you find bladder stories amusing, Roseanne Cash covered a Woody Guthrie song in concert recently. The theater went silent. I couldn't find her version, but I'm linking to Arlo Guthrie. Listen to it - this song was written in 1947 and it has come back. Maybe it never went away.
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