Miss Sugar and I stayed at a campground the past three nights. This was our first RV adventure since last fall. It started out sort of like our first RV adventure as re-posted yesterday, the one about the stinky slinky.
We hooked up the trailer and discovered a flat tire. I thought that was no big deal. After all, we have four wheels on the trailer and four more on the truck. One out of eight ain’t bad. Miss Sugar, a cautious traveler, wanted the tire changed. That delayed our departure.
When we got to the campground, I broke the jack, again. Maybe I don’t know my own strength. Or, maybe I don’t know which way is up (and which way down). No big deal. We got the trailer hitch raised off the pickup with a hydraulic jack some experienced camper had with him. I appreciated the help, even though I think only wimps rely on hydraulic jacks. I prefer using the muscles that God bestowed upon me.
The campground had a building with showers and toilets, which I prefer to using the facilities in the camper trailer for reasons explained in the stinky slinky story referred to hereinabove. So I entered the building.
Above the toilet provided by the campground was a sign that almost threw me off my plan. It said:
“Please put TOILET PAPER ONLY in the toilet! Do not put in ANYTHING ELSE. Thank you, THE MANAGEMENT, Manor RV Park”
How did they know that I was planning to put more than toilet paper in Manor RV Park’s toilet? Well, I was planning to do that, like I always do when nature calls. In fact, that was my very reason for entering the building and the stall housing the sensitive toilet. Some of you gentle readers might know the feeling that I was feeling.
Can you keep a secret? I broke that particular rule. Please don’t tattle on me. It was such a nice place, we’d like to camp there again, if allowed.