I hate to even tell this one.. We were at a dog show a few years ago that is notorious for doing a not so good job of assigning campsites. They gave me a tough site to get in with the sewer line being uphill, slightly. Well, the guy said, just walk the hose up with your hands and empty it that way. It's easy he says. I do it all the time he says.. So, I go to empty my tank and walk that hose and wouldn't you know it.. It was a multi hose distance. One of the connections of the two hoses comes apart and I get it but, good. Head to toe. In that instant I was most thankful that no one saw a bloody thing. Then I hosed off as good as I could and stripped off everything into the garbage bag you get reincarnated as when you die as Hitler. I took a shower, put on some clean clothes and found a laundry mat. It was on the bad side of town so, robbery was a real concern.
When that happened we had just traded out old class A motorhome on a new travel trailer. The travel trailer has big tanks. Knowing what I know now I could have gone the whole week without worrying about emptying the black tank.
I didn't gain any super powers but, that arm that grew out of my back itches from time to time..
All of the perfect people won't understand a thing that happened here..