It was our first boat related agreement. And it was easy.
This is how it all came about.
See, we have a porta potty. Porta potties are nice in a pinch, but they will never ever EVER replace actual potties.
In our society, we take for granted the beauty of a toilet. I mean, you do your business, you flush it away. No muss. No fuss.
I've been all kinds of camping. I've had to use outhouses. (Ugh, the stench, the bugs, the dark, the potential splinters. I'm short.) I've had to dig holes. (I actually prefer this to the outhouse, but for the lack of any privacy whatsoever.) And I've used porta potties. In those instances, I didn't have to empty them. I knew this time, I wasn't gonna be so fortunate.
And I could tell one evening that we were both considering the same idea. Sam brought it up.
Sam: So, I was thinking about the porta potty.
me: Me, too!
Sam: I was thinking we should never ever go number two in it.
Hmmm.
me: I was thinking that whoever went number two in it would have to empty it.
I can hold it like nobody's business. I figured that was my out. I was trying to find a way to avoid ever cleaning the thing out. I should have known Sam would have been one step ahead of me. Dagnabit.
So, while we haven't quite figured out the porta potty emptying rotation, we do know that it won't be so bad. In addition to the purely liquid contents, the paper products will be disposed of in a garbage bag separately.
It's a start. And I love that we do that...think so similarly. The rest will work itself out.
