Daddy had come into some money, so he immediately set to thinking what he had to spend it on. That was the way he thought. If you had money, you had to buy something. He finally settled on three things: a big Ford Truck, the biggest cab-over camper it could carry and a fine Ford tractor. The total of these items was three times his windfall, but that was the way he did things. Angered at the amount he’d spent, Mother ordered six pair of slacks and matching blouses from Montgomery-Ward. He raged at her extravagance. That was also the way they did things.
Anyway, back to the truck and camper. They set off on the typical American road trip. Daddy quickly found the big camper, though rated for that truck, was really too big and made the truck hard to handle. Even passing eighteen wheelers buffeted it about on the interstate. Imagine the challenge it presented on narrow mountain passes. Once, when they decided to go to Pike’s Peak, he unloaded it and left it in the RV camp, not wanting to deal with the excitement.
After they’d been travelling long enough that the refuse tank on the camper had reached near capacity, he pulled up to a dumping station in a national park to empty it. Never one to read directions, he knew he could figure out how it worked on his own, relying on his “common sense.”
He flipped a switch, and “Voila!” The tank emptied on the pad at the dumping station, its contents, solid and liquid, streamed across the busy road. Mother puttered nearby and noticed what he’d done, but didn’t get the big picture. “Why did you dump it here? Is it supposed to go here?”
Meanwhile, passing cars zipped through the refuse, flinging tissue and other unpleasant souvenirs up to await the nearest carwash! Daddy was in a panic, trying to get Mother to hush and get in the truck so they could flee the scene before his ghastly error was caught by a ranger. Mother nattered on, trying to figure out why he’d dumped the tank there, until she realized he was about to leave without her. All’s well that ends well. They managed to get away Scott-free as Mother dug out the instruction book and Daddy fumed.