No Dumping!

After I graduated college, my friends and I decided to move to Los Angeles, so we rented an RV to make the trek from Maine to California. We even met with producers at MTV and pitched a reality show but unfortunately (or not?) it was 2003, when the idea of a reality show was still very new to the entertainment world. Nowadays there are reality shows about everything from crab fisherman to chunky beauty queens from the south. There were five of us girls and Sampson, the English Mastiff, (RIP Samps) who piled into that RV on the cold and snowy day back in January, 2004. None of us had ever driven a vehicle that large and it made things even harder because my Jetta was being towed behind the RV, so there was no way we were ever going to attempt to back that thing up. It was straight ahead all the way to LA!

There were some crazy adventures along our journey, which would have made for an amazing television show, and we finally arrived in LA after we took a few weeks to tour the US. But before we could drop off the camper at the rental place we had arranged for, we had to empty out the sewage tank, which we completely forgot to do at the last campground we stayed at. What the hell were we going to do now? If we returned the camper with the tank full, there would be a huge charge. After we all put our heads together, we decided to do something that we definitely should not have but it was a temporary fix.
Have you ever seen those signs on the side of the road that say, 'no dumping?' I always assumed it meant 'don't poop on this street' which I thought was strange because technically you can't really poop on any street but now I know what those signs really mean and we definitely broke the rules that day. We pulled onto an abandoned street near the highway not far from the RV rental spot in Santa Ana and while Sampson stayed in the camper, we all took our places to execute the plan. One girl was the getaway driver, one girl was the co-getaway driver, two girls were on lookout duty and the last and very unfortunate girl was the one who had to pull off the sewage release cap. As the lookouts gave the signal, the plan was in full attack mode and although it happened so fast, I can still remember the sound of the rushing 'water' dumping all over the street, the squealing of the wheels as the camper hauled ass away from the scene of the crime and the immense laughter coming from all of us, except the girl who had to pull off the cap and was now running to keep up with the camper, avoid the 'mess' and jump in before we drove away with out her. I won't name any names....