What a relief to have that stinky job behind us. It’s not a good thing when the holding tank is registering full. Finally resolved why we weren’t able to pump out when the poop man came each week. Now, 200 gallons later, we are empty; no longer full of crap. BTW, no wonder the poor guy has such a lousy disposition. Could you imagine his job every day?
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Joe, how well you know the man!
I’ll bet Stan is still full of crap!
I have not been a happy camper over here once the full tank light came on. Even more so when they said they couldn’t come to pump out until today. I have had visions of catastrophe with every flush.
I’m literally laughing out loud over here. Great post.