Luckily never managed to get caught short while in a truck but I did last year when my car broke down on a small country lane in rush hour. Now there’s two parts to this story so bear with me!
Part 1:
Absolutely dying for a dump and 1hr and 40 mins ETA for the RAC I have to shove my coat over my lap, half squat, half stand in the drivers seat trying to look nonchalant while hovering over a Tesco carrier bag, which I discover to my horror has holes in it (If only I’d have known about the Sainsburys ones!), quick thinking see’s me put my lunchbox underneath (after emptying it) to catch any leakage.
Plenty of cars going past me but I’m pretty well shielded by my jacket and its rush hour so the traffic is moving freely and nobody is paying attention.
I get to the wiping stage and find the only suitable thing to hand which was a newspaper. Now this bit is harder to keep discreet and I try my best but right at that point some idiot on a pushbike decides he wants to be a hero, stops right next to me knocks on my window and says: " 'ello mate, I’m a mechanic, do you nee…" stops dead and his face drops as he see’s me squatting, ripped newspaper in one hand and a coat covering my lap. He jumps on his bike and pedals off giving me a sour look as he does so.
I finish off, very red faced but VERY relieved the job is over and pack the bag and paper into my lunchbox, it doesn’t smell too pleasant so I just pop it at the side of the road in the grass, forgot about it and sat down back in the car to read whats left of my newspaper.
Part 2:
RAC Man turns up and gets to work on the car, finds the problem and says he needs to drain a bit of fluid out, so can I give him a hand jacking it up, which of course I do and its all ready for him to drain, he wanders around the back of his van a few times obviously looking for something.
His Eyes light up, says “Ah that’s what I need, just the ticket” and he runs towards the verge, to my horror he picks up my (ex) Lunch box and rips the lid off, turns to me and says “You got a bag I can tip this stuff into mate…argh…what the zb!..dirty zb’ing zb’s!”
Runs into the back of his van and washes his hands for an absolute age, he was rambling on about it till he fixed the car 45 minutes later, me doing everything I can to avoid giving the game away.
100% true and my girlfriend likes to tell the story as often as she can, funnily enough it was only last night, before I saw this thread she was going through her phone and showed me she’d kept the text message I sent her after it all happened!