I was travelling in Mexico with my then wife. Like many young hands, we
were in a VW van equipped with a potty to provide for our fussy
American preference for sanitation and privacy.
My wife and I had been quibbling all day, due to the stifling heat
and humidity of the sea level jungle in which we had been camping. We
took the road toward Mexico City, hoping that higher elevation would
gain us some relief from the tropical heat.
On a switchback road several thousand feet above sea level, my
dear wife announced the need to use the convenience, and lurched toward
the rear of the van. I suggested that she wait until I could pull over,
but she was resolute in her determination to attend to matters
promptly.
From the back, I heard her irritable voice say, "Why's this
sodding potty rocking?" I pondered, and realized that the potty was
under pressure! It had been last used at sea level, and we had gained
significant elevation. The bottom of the potty was bowed with pressure,
causing the rocking. And, to my good wife's impending grief and
mortification, the potty was nearly full.
A beat too late, I called back, "Honey don't flush..."
I was interrupted by a mighty "WHOOSH" and a slurpy noise.
Then silence. Then a horrible stench, and the unhappy sounds of
my dear bride cursing like a Liverpool longshoreman. In the rear view
mirror, I saw that the interior of the van was dripping with brown
fluid. Since she had to face the potty to flush it, and since she
hadn't put the lid down, my hapless wife had taken the full blast from
the pressurized holding tank. She looked like Al Jolson in blackface.
Convulsed with laughter which was the proximate cause of our
subsequent marital decline, I pulled over. My soon-to-be-ex lady
marched down the highway cursing and dripping. When I recovered my
composure, I cleaned the van and picked up my luckless hitch-hiking
wife. Our conversation was limited over the next few days, and never
regained it's former gaiety and charm.
That pressurized potty took us out of the gene pool.
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