Bwahahaha I am pissing myself!Ahhhh, Aircraft dunnies and the the stories I could tell...
This one time in Band Camp... err... I mean Darwin
The new bloke was always given the job of driving Shit Truck to service the aircraft dunnies
Simple job really, start the shit truck, ensure the waste tank is empty and Rakasan tanks full, drive up, park under outlet and chock wheels, climb up on the service platform, attach hoses to big silver bird, empty waste and replenish flushing tanks, disconnect and bugger off..
The RAAF truck was a Qantas hand me down from about 1930 something.
It had two things that you usually noticed right away, one was the bullet holes from the Jap air attacks in 1942.
The other was that, 40 years later, how worn the clamps and hose adapters were.
Soooo most people would double check hoses, triple check hoses, get someone else to double check hoses, mumble obscenities, close eyes, hunch shoulders, deeeeeep breath, pull lever.... well, someone has got too and the old hands and us NCO's sure weren't going to do it.
Anyway, one particular night the new guy only noticed the bullet holes...
And that, my friends is how we found out that as far as Ag and Customs is concerned someone being covered in about 400 litres of imported sewage (aside from being gut bustingly hilarious) breaches about 27 commonwealth and state laws.
I swear to this day that even after the flow stopped he was still standing there on the platform with his hand on the lever wondering WTF just happened...
All the paperwork was worth it tho and we scored a new truck about 3 months later... damn that was funny