Yesterday I went to work on my sailboat, and on the way I stopped and got myself a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich. Big mistake it turns out. I got out to my boat and started eating. About ten minutes after I was done I got the feeling that I really needed to use the head. I started to row over to the Shelburne Ship yard and use their bathroom, but about halfway across I was in big trouble in it was all I could do to keep things under control.

I rowed like hell back to my boat jumped on, grabbed the battery box that I had used to bail the other day, and ran down below.

What followed could have been considered an act of war... It was the foulest smelling thing I have ever had come out of my body, and there have been some bad ones.

I considered dumping the box into the water, but I was sure it would drift over to some 4 million dollar boat and get me in trouble. I sealed the box up with duct tape, and brought the precious cargo home. The neighbor hood dog came running over and stopped dead in his tracks when he caught a whiff. Needless to say I drove home carefully with all the windows down. It was still a very long ride…

Empting it was also pretty grim. I won’t go into details, but It wasn’t much fun.

Now there is the sealed portapody down in the cabin where it was supposed to be. I knew that girls would want it down there, but so far it no girls have been out so it wasn't installed.

Lesson learned.

Feel free to dump on my boat but you get to empty the container.

Sorry if this made you gag.