Man, talk about an inconvenient breakdown:
WASHINGTON - The's lone toilet is broken, leaving the crew with almost nowhere to go. So may order an in-orbit plumbing service call when visits next week.
Until then, the three-man crew will have to make do with a jury-rigged system when they need to urinate.
When I was a yoot (see "My Counsin Vinnie"), I didn't worry about having something fill-up-able (milk carton, pop bottle, freeezer bag), handy, even for long trips with potential bathroom emergencies. That's what the side of the road was for. But these days, that would get you an indecent exposure arrest and an honored place on the sex offender registry. So, space-station crew, don't just go outside, in case you end up doing your business while facing the Earth.