Tassie, funny! I have a pee story too, but it was the householder that peed.
This very poor old woman who actually had a pump in front yard to pump water (no running water, so you can imagine how she smelled), mom studied with her for years. One sunday, we drove her to her first meeting. The stench was gagging, all the way to the meeting, about 20 minute ride. We had an old Chevrolet hatchback, so the back seat windows only rolled down halfway. So me and my two sisters strained to the windows, hanging our noses out. Householder was sitting in front seat.
On the way home from the meeting, householder said she needed to stop at convenience store. When householder was standing at counter to pay, she peed on the floor right there. My mom, being the saint that she is, of course reported it to the clerk after the householder walked out of store. "I think you have a little mess to clean up here..." mom says.
So then the lady gets back into our car and sits down in the front seat of our car, pee running down her stockings and all.
No one would sit in the front seat for months after that. (And of course mom was real disappointed because the lady had said she had stopped smoking, but she actually bought only cigarettes at the store.)