I have NEVER, repeat NEVER run out of propane during the day. There must be a law that says propane runs out only at two A. M. and preferably when it's raining.
At work we've been doing a Massive computer system upgrade so I've been putting in some brutal days. Sure enough I make it home at 3:00 am after working 2 days with 4 hours sleep in my office and all I want is a shower... no all I NEED is a shower.
So I start the water and wait, and wait... then I open the bathroom door and sure enough the red light is glowing at me. The only good part is that I do have a small spare tank.
So first I have to get dressed again.
Then tromp outside, take the cover off the tanks in the dark.
And just as I'm getting ready to lift off the empty 30 lb. tank a hairy spider the size of a silver dollar crawls out of the collar.
I nearly launched that tank into the stratosphere, then barely escaped having it land on my foot. Fortunately I did surpress a total "girl scream" which might have brought the neighbors out with weapons. Then I decided I'll never have an aneurism... If that didn't pop one, nothing will!
I got the small tank rigged up with minimal trouble, other than a lot of noise in a quiet campground, turned on the valve and headed inside.
Knowing it would only take 5 to 7 minutes to get hot water I sat down to wait .... on the bed... and immediately went into a coma fully clothed. Five hours later I nearly killed myself trying to get my tennis shoes untangled from the bedspread so that I could take a rather urgent comfort stop.
All in all, not my best night in the Airstream.
Curses, foiled again!
Anyway I was laughing about it by this morning. Paula
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