I took my youngest son, 20, to check out a
boat for a friend. I told him, before leaving the marina, to hit the
head because we don't want to do any
plumbing tests under way. Leaving the marina was fine, but making our way out of the river inlet was a little bumpy with an in coming tide, almost high tide, and about 10-12 knots of breeze helping it. Once out of the river everything calmed down and the motion was more gentle. My son pipes in and asks to use the
head. I really thought he had to wizz. The owner and myself set sail for a marina to pull the
boat,
power wash the bottom, and dunk her back in. He walked me through his sail setting technique. When we finished, and was on course, I looked around for my son. He came out of the head wide eyed and said we have a problem. We went to look at his problem. His poo was the size of two soda cans stacked and TP was packed around it. No way was anything going down that little hole in the bottom of the
toilet and making the 90 degree turn to go through the valve to the tank. The owner came back with a kebab skewer. My son looked at me in a way I'd never seen. His face had taken a twist that he could probably never duplicate. Then, the owner handed him a bucket with a pair of blue nitrile gloves hanging over the edge. He told my son the choice was his, the skewer or the bucket. I handed him the bucket. It turned out to be a shi!!y day for my son, but that'll be a memory he'll eventually look back on with fondness and laughter. Oh, the owner wasn't angry. He thought it was the funniest moment of his
boating career. He was in his late 60s and been
boating since his conception.