Now that's love
Our last camping trip was to Fort Blakeley Historic Park, Spanish Fort AL. The RV sites are relatively recent, and they are quite spacious. The only problem is, the hookups are not well placed. They tend to be uphill and way in the rear of where a motorhome would have to park to be relatively level. I say all that to lead in to why the main point of this post happened. When it came time to dump, I dumped the black tank, and, because I was trying to make fluid run uphill, I "walked" the "stinky slinky" to force the fluid into the sewer opening. So far, so good. Then came the gray tank, but because the hose was still fairly full, the gray wouldn't empty well. I tried to "walk" it again, and that's where the fun began. The slinky broke in two. Don't lecture me about not spilling stuff on the ground, because at that point "not spilling" was not an option. But the real issue is that when the hose broke, since I was not expecting it at all, gray water got all over my pants. At least I hope it was all gray water -- no guarantees. I cleaned up the mess as well as I could (fortunately, the site was all dirt and gravel, so it all soaked in very quickly), tossed the broken hose into the trunk of the toad to be thrown away later, and then went in to face my wife. She just thought it was funny. Standing in the fiberglas "tank" that forms the entrance of our SeeYa, I stripped off the wet pants, dried off with a disposable towel and used the towel to wrap up the wet pants. Then I took a quick shower and changed into some clean clothes.
It's only love that would let someone smile at someone to whom that happened.
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