We were flying to SoCal for my step- brother’s wedding. We were late and had to run through the entire terminal. Devin stops 100 feet short of the gate and grabs his crotch: “I have to go potty!” he screams at the top of his lungs. I looked at my watch. The flight was scheduled for 6:20. It was 6:18. I yelled across the terminal: “Run, Devin, Run! You can go potty on the plane!” People began to stare. Devin didn’t budge. In the end, we made it. Southwest rocks! they waited for us!