While visiting my #2 son, we stayed at a cg that was designed by a twit with an inter-ear problem and a left handed eyeball...not a level site anywhere. To make matters worse, the hookups were located toward the middle of the site with the sewer receptacle being the forward most.
After getting setup, the rear wheels(the site was a back in) were darn near off the ground. With some 'creative' wheel chocking the RV looked somewhat level and relatively safe.
After a great week of visiting and spoiling my first g-son, it was time to get out of Dodge before the effects of said spoiling, reared it's ugly head. So early in the morning we commenced our well oiled breakdown routine...after just a month we had this RV thang down!
Being on such a uneven site had it's problems and I found myself behind my usual fine tuned checklist. Jan, however, was not. Just as I was getting ready to dump the tanks, she hit the down button on the stabilizers and they immediately did their job. I was forcibly 'pinched' like a watermelon seed between the open service door and the dew kissed ground and was squirted down an embankment into a little ditch by the road behind the site.
Now I know I haven't seen poison ivy in a while, but I immediately knew I had come up close and personal with a thriving patch and I'd gotten my right hand in some mud on the fall. A little confused and bewilder, I proceeded back up the hill and pulled first the gray water handles and then the black. After I pulled the black water handles, I knew I'd messed up...oh well, I'll just do a super flush at the next cg and disconnected the stinky slinky not realizing the rear of the RV (and the main dump valve) was now lower than the sewer receptacle. I was instantly reminded how well gravity really works and was amazed how fast a 3-4 inch hose will empty it's contents into a 3 foot by 2 foot compartment!
As I tried to wipe the 'freckles' from my face, I realized that the mud I'd gotten on my hand wasn't mud! At this point I guess it really didn't matter - but thank you, Fido, just the same. By the next morning the lower part of my face looked like a birthmark that had caught fire and was put out with an ice pick. The lotion had no effect on my pride.
Just goes to show, the pooh gods are not always smiling upon us. As George Goble once said: "Sometimes when you're at a black tie affair,you can feel like an 'ole brown shoe."