I have been stalling for about a week now, wondering if I should post this story. When I have verbally told it, the men laugh, but wives don't see the humor in it. I must admit, I only had the nerve to tell my own wife, and I didn't get a laugh, so I presume she would be a good representation of the female species.
Well, here goes.
I was returning from an RV rally and going North on Highway 5. It was lunch time, so I decided to pull over at one of the rest stops and eat something. I pulled into the Truck/rv side of the rest stop and was amazed that I was the only vehicle there. I made a sandwich and sat at the kitchen table with the window open for a little fresh air. All of a sudden, a rental rv pulls up next to me. I thought to myself, why, with every other spot available, did these people decide to park right next to me, weird. There was a husband and wife in the front seats and the driver side window was open. I could not make out what the wife was saying, but since the husband was the driver and his window was open, I could clearly here him. They were arguing, and he kept saying "No, I won't do it. Forget it. No way."
All of a sudden, he opens his door and starts walking toward my RV. It occurs to me that his wife has won the argument, and it has something to do with me.
He knocks, and I open my door. "What's up" I ask him, with my sandwich in my hand. "My wife is insisting that I ask for your help",he says. Now, I have been asked for RV help before, but never under these circumstances. This guy was sweaty, nervous, and had a very embarrassed look on his face. I immediately felt sorry for the guy. "How can I help?" I said. "We have never used a motorhome before, and don't know what's wrong". "We have had this rental RV for 1 month now, and we just can't take it anymore. It has a constant smell and we just can't identify it. Could you come over and take a sniff, and tell us if you think it is propane or poop"? Thinking to myself, this poor guy, being forced by his wife to ask a complete stranger to come over and smell their poop. When my wife and I go out to a restaurant, and there is a problem with her meal, she always asks me to tell the waiter. But this? This is way beyond the call of duty. "SSSure", I say as I set my half eaten sandwich back on the paper plate. As I enter their mid door rv, I notice that the wife is still sitting in the passenger seat, but has turned it around to face me. She didn't say a word, just looked at me as if I were the worlds utmost expert on propane and poop. I thought to myself "How can I have some fun with this and also give this guy some of his dignity back. "WELL, IT'S DEFINITELY POOP, AND IT'S DEFINITELY FEMALE" I announced. Both the husband and I immediately looked at his wife expecting all hell to break loose. To my surprise, she was looking at me very calmly with an inquisitive look on her face. I guess she thought I had a PHD in poop and knew what I was talking about. Then the husband and I looked at each other and busted up laughing. I guess you could say my comment "broke the tension in the room", and made them both realize the humor in what they had asked me to do.
It turns out, the video that they were required to watch pertaining to hook ups, dumping, etc. failed to mention the need to put some water in the black tank after dumping. They had built the infamous "Pyramid of Poop". After I had determined what the problem was, the husbands phone rang. It was the RV friend that they were supposed to meet up with at the next RV park. The husband tells him that I came over and determined what their problem was. The friend says "I didn't know that, no wonder my RV has been smelling for the last 10 years." I'm starting to wonder, maybe I SHOULD go back to school and get my PHD.
Hey Guys, do me a favor and don't show this to your wives. I have enough explaining to do already.