I'm a Grown Man , Things Like This Shouldn't Happen

I only had two beers, but since there's no gas stations up there and the cops are always patroling the streets, I completely pissed my pants while driving my car around looking for a safe place to pull over. The dread I had felt for a number of minutes was replaced by panic as I squirmed in my seat looking for a way, any way to keep the piss in my body and out of my pants, and in turn off of the seat beneath me. Eventually, I surrendered to the piss and the panic soon faded into a sweet bliss unknown to most other drivers. Driving toward home in warm, wet pants, I stopped at a gas station to buy cigarettes after coming to terms with and fully embracing the absurdity of my situation. No one said anything, not even a whispered comment, about the warm, wet stains covering my legs from my waist to down below my knees. I really thought they would say something, but maybe people just figure that you already know that you pissed your pants, so pointing it out would be kind of rude.