At probably our fourth Timmy-Ho stop, The Knight announced that he had to use the washroom.
Roughly 15 minutes later, he exits the Tim Hortons. The Prince and I watched as he walked briskly back to us in the waiting car.
Once into the back seat, The Knight looked up at me VIA the rearview mirror:
"Why aren't you driving yet? There's no time for sitting around, okay? We need to make a quick getaway. I just destroyed the toilet in there."
Me: "YOU WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT?"
The Prince: "Hahahahaha way to go, man!"
The Knight: "Seriously, DRIVE. I'm positive that by now, there will be water all over the floor of that bathroom. There was zero flushage action going on when I left. There was nothing I could do."
The Prince: "Serves you right, dude, you ate SOOOO much Wendy's last night."
Me: "BOTH OF YOU, STOP. TALKING."
The Knight: "YOU, START DRIVING. I heard them talking about cleaning the washrooms on my way out, and when they see that mess they're going to KNOW it was me, I was JUST in there."
The Prince: "This is officially the best part of our vacation."
Me, driving away: "I hate you both so much right now. You are not the sweet, polite little ginger boys you pretend to be. You are both bathroom demons. I feel so badly for the poor teenager who is going to be forced to plunge that toilet."
The Knight: "You should feel bad for me instead. I'm starving. I could eat a horse. How long until the next stop? Do you think there will there be a Wendy's we can eat at?"
The Prince: "HAHAHAHHA, Shhhhh! We should stop talking now, her eyes are getting all murder-y. They only get like that when she's seriously pissed. I know because I live with her. This is the same murder-y look she gets when I ruin the toilet in our apartment."