On a recent camping trip, me and my family went out to the lake for a weekend to ourselves for some quality alone time. The sun was shining, the fish were biting, and the all of my problems had just dissapeared. My wife had just fixed this awesome dinner of fried chicken, okra, mashed potatoes, corn, and rice. Me, being the food-loving person that I am, ate until I couldn’t move. I just sat down in my lounge chair to hopefully sit off my full belly. Well, like anyone else who consumes such a mass amount, I had to use the restroom. I thought to myself, that’s not a problem, I’ll just go in the RV and settle my issues I had with my stomach. After getting done with my business, I realized that the commode wouldn’t flush. Harder and harder did I push on the flange, but yet, nothing happened. I couldn’t believe what had happened. How could such a perfect weekend turn into such a disaster?

I told my wife and kids about the situation, and we were miles from civilization, let alone a parts dealer for an RV. We could’ve asked the other campers to use their restroom, but I was too insecure for that. My wife insisted we should go back home, but the look on my daughter’s face broke my heart when she heard it. I knew I couldn’t turn back. Lucky for me, I noticed the kids texting on the phones, meaning we actually had service out here in the middle of nowhere. I called my brother back home and explained the situation, and he recommended I contact RV Parts Country, a dealer who specialized in parts. I called them up, and asked if they had anything to fix the problem, and they did. I was so relieved. In my model of RV, it was apparently a common problem and I was actually recommended to buy the portable toilet. So in my order, I bought the Porta Potti 465, a 5.5 gallon holding tank and a 4 gallon fresh water tank just in case the problem persisted.

Just last week, my family and I decided to go back out on the open road before their summer break was over. They had laughed at the thought of my portable toilet I bought, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. So when we arrived at our spot, my eldest son grabbed his belly and exclaimed he’d be right with us in a few. The next thing I heard was, “Dad! Where is the Porta Potti 465?” I laughed to myself and grabbed it out of the back and handed it to him. Seemingly, there had been a water leak from a small hole in the top of the roof leaking right into the bathroom floor. I had no idea. James, my son, literally fell through the floor when walking into the restroom. Lucky for him, I decided to buy the portable toilet. He later apologized to me, and now I recommend one to everybody, because you never know when you’re going to have a septic problem. Like I’ve always said, better be safe than sorry.