Getting Old Ain't for the Weak..

Sooo , The usual routine is to stop by Hardees for a Loaded Biscuit on the way to my Tally Gals house. It's an hour's drive down the Coast highway and I'm there.
Headed out yesterday and ate my biscuit on the way.
Bout 3/4 of the way over my stomach is churing ..kept driving..stomach kept churning.
By now it's obviosity I got to take a dump...kept driving.
When I turned into her street I was clenching as tight as I could..pulled into the yard , ripped open the door and just let it rip right in her yard.
Sprayed bushes and a big ole Oak good.
It was like getting out of Prison it felt so good.
Was I wrong to dump in her yard or should I have just crapped my pants.
TIA..