Saturday, October 6, 2012

A Royal Flush...aka the Queen gets her first swirlie

Okay, that's a strange title...but we'll get back to that in a moment.  Time for a recap of activity.

We left Livingston TX yesterday morning and drove most of the day to arrive at another Escapee park here in Hondo TX.  It's west of San Antonio and we plan to spend some time backtracking in the car to visit that lovely city.

Finding this park took a bit of a challenge as the turn off was on a private road (translation: dirt) with no markings.  The map had the road number of the private road, it just didn't relate to the physical geography of the road.  Thus we found ourselves overshooting it and ending up in the next little town.  But due to Left Brain's eagle eyes, he had spotted several RV's at a distance as we drove by.

I was glad to finally arrive as it had been a long hot drive, of which I managed to navigate some of the road without any incidents.  He enjoys the driving much more than I do, but I try to participate here and there to keep my skills honed.

We went into the tiny office, did the paperwork and the host directed us to our site...a lovely square of white gravel in the full sun.  This is pretty much the way most of the sites appear, we are out in the desert here.  Oh well, at least we know there's no problem putting down our outdoor carpet for fear of killing the grass.

The set up went pretty much as normal, him working outside with the cords and hoses and me setting up our little nest indoors.  Until I heard a strange water running sound.  Hmm...that's different.

In search of the odd sound I ventured into the bathroom and could hear it louder now.  I'm not sure why I lifted the lid to the toilet, but I did.  And there it was.  The brownish gray "gray water/black water" swill was slowly rising to the top of the toilet.  What the...?

Okay, before we continue, let's recap on the swirlie thing to make sure you get the full picture here.  For those of you not in the know, a swirlie is the term for when someone pushes your head into the toilet bowl and then flushes.  I've never had it done to me and have never inflicted this on anyone else.  There.  Now that you're up to speed I can continue.

The icky looking swill is rising, almost to the point of overflowing the toilet bowl.  What I did next is I think what any sane person would do to prevent the inevitable drenching of the carpet by this noxious brew.  I stepped on the foot lever to open the drain to flush it DOWN where it belonged.  Of course, I am standing directly overhead looking into the "black hole".

Physics is not my forte and I still don't understand what happened here.  Instead of going down it rose up like Old Faithful.  Think of it as putting your face into a bidet and pressing the wait, that would be CLEAN water and somewhat refreshing.  This was...not.  And it was continuing upwards again to the top of the toilet.  I was NOT going to flush it again!

this geyser is closer to the correct color
To say I was stunned would be an understatement.  But being the level headed (although drenched and smelly head) person I am I ran outside to share my news with Left Brain.  Remember him?  The man outside playing with the cords and hoses?  I informed him...actually I do recall screaming it..."SHUT OFF THE WATER!  As he normally does, he questioned this with what? why? but finally did turn the faucet off.

I ran back inside to take a second look and the water running sound was nowhere to be heard any more.  So I cautiously leaned away from the mess and flushed it again, waiting for the next eruption of the toilet geyser.  It went down.  Hallelujah!  Now I took the time to rinse off my face and began the odorous job of mopping up the floor.

When Left Brain's face appeared in bathroom entry I asked (quite calmly I believe) just what the hell happened here!  He smiled sheepishly and said it was his fault.  It seems he attached the hose to the opening marked "flush" instead of "water".  Sigh.

After a shower and a marguerita things were feeling a little better.  After reading and having supper they were a little better yet, but I still had a hard time settling down to sleep.  I guess the adrenalin was still pumping and my eyes were itchy.  After attempting to go to sleep I finally gave up and returned to the computer to play some games, this waking him up to go to bed.  About 2:00 I gave it another try and finally managed to ease into sleep.

But, the sun is raising on a new morning and there will be a shopping trip to Wal-Mart later today to replenish our supplies later.  The breeze is gently blowing and still cool so I'm just going to try to relax and enjoy the day. 

Long Live the Queen of Itchy Eyes


  1. Oh ... my ... god!!! How horrible for you, but a hilarious read for the rest of us! Thanks for sharing your misadventures :)

  2. Oh you poor baby! No one deserves a swirly, but I must be honest here, better you than me. (Oh gosh, did I say that? My bad!) I hope today is a much better day for you. Hugs, Edna B.

  3. OMG! After 15 yrs of full-timing, I thought I had heard it all--but that's a new one!! Yuck! Sorry, but I can't wipe the smile from my face yet as I'm still giggling--and I am soooooo grateful that I've missed that experience!! Thanks for sharing it so humorously.