This story was told to me by Ron Anderson many years ago. A group of bridge players from Minneapolis were driving home from a tournament that had been held far from their homes. Ron was driving. Among the passengers was a blind player, who typical of the sick humor usually employed in bridge, was called the Mole. After they had been driving for quite a while The Mole said that he had to go to the bathroom. Ron said that he couldn’t see anything ahead, but that he would stop at the first place they came to that had a rest room. They continued to drive. After about twenty minutes The Mole said, “I can’t hold it anymore.” Ron said, “I still don’t see anything. I’ll pull over to the side so you can go.” When The Mole was reluctant to do that, Ron reassured him, saying, “Don’t worry. There’s nobody around.Ron helped The Mole onto the grass, and The Mole relieved himself on his own front lawn!