One afternoon Mom told me that the toilet was stopped up, and that she was going to call Brother Pulse to unstop it. I told her that I would unstop it so we wouldn't have to bother him.
The toilet plunger will almost always get things to flowing smoothly again. So I grabbed it and went to work, plunging then flushing. When I flushed the toilet, the water rose near the top, so I found a five-gallon bucket and a disposable cup to dip. (Yuck)
Plunge, flush, dip, carry out, dump, then repeat. And the cycle continued. Mom would say, "I'm going to call Brother Pulse." I would say, "Wait, I'm going to get this." as I continued the dipping.
Unstopping toilets is not a job I enjoy, but it is embarrassing to ask someone else to clean up your mess. So I continued plunging, flushing, dipping, carrying out, dumping and repeating for about two hours. When Mom said again, that she was going to call Brother Pulse. I said, "Let me go outside to see if I can figure out how to unstop it from there. If not, you can call him."
Carrying the five-gallon bucket, thinking I could drain a hose into the bucket to unstop the toilet I walked behind the camper. After removing the outside cover I quickly saw the sign for the holding tank drain.
This morning I read instructions for draining a holding tank which gave thorough directions. "Before removing the cap to the holding tank drain opening, ensure both the gray and black water valves are closed." Brilliant! Now I read the instructions! Nine years too late!
While removing the cap to the drain opening, I thought, "This job is whippppppeedddddd!" as a gush covered everything from my neck down...... (But didn't the instructions mention gray and black water drains? Whatever I opened must have been something different. The yucky goo that covered me was brown.)
You can imagine Mom's hilarity as I walked around the corner and said, "I got it."
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