Mrs. Giddy and the RV Flood

Being a new travel trailer owner results in hearing all sorts of misadventure stories from friends.  This is great, as Mr. Bumble and I realize we are in great company.

When Mr. and Mrs. Giddy were first dating, and rented a huge RV to drive down to the Burning Man festival.  The as-yet-to-be Mrs. Giddy was not at all shocked in accepting an invitation to go to Burning Man in an RV.  She was so truly enamored in her new beau.  She couldn’t do enough for him.  Their RV was huge and comfortable, as Mr. Giddy spared no expense.  They had a great time at Burning Man and managed to come through it all fairly sober and sane.

Heading home up the highway, and the future Mrs. Giddy decided it might be wise to make Mr. Giddy some coffee, as he had been driving for hours.  However, she had to first use the lavatory, and then she tried to wash her hands.  She turned on the faucet, and…nothing.  Like we have found, the water doesn’t just gush out.  There are systems to be aware of.  But Mrs. Giddy believed herself to be no airhead.  She knew there was a pump to turn on and set about finding the switch and turning it on.

“Hey, beautiful,” called Mr. Giddy.  “How about that coffee?”

Knowing that if she ever was going to be successful in landing the thirsty, cute, and well-heeled Mr. Giddy, our young and beautiful lady was oh so pleased that she had been able to turn the pump on to get water for Mr. Giddy’s coffee.  She measured the coffee beans so carefully, ground them in his jazzy grinder, and she got the water in the pot.  All it took was a push of the button to start the coffee maker, then she turned to see a rubber duck floating in a slick of water coming from the bathroom.

When she had gone to turn the water pump on, she’d forgotten that she’d left the faucets of the bathroom sink turned on.

She dashed in to turn them off, and found the water was even deeper in there.

Mr. Giddy rounded the corner, and the future Mrs. Giddy slipped on the water and knocked herself out on the counter.  When she came to, the coffee was done and the water was up to her ankles.  She didn’t want to tell the very cute Mr. Giddy about the water issue.  She quickly poured him a cup, sloshed up front where the water was shallower, and gave him his coffee.

He wanted to chat, and she sweetly sat down to listen, casting longing glances at the mop and the bathroom door, where water was getting even deeper. 

Finally she excused herself and waded back to turn off the water, looked for a mop.  Unfortunately, all she could find was a Swiffer and a wet wipe, and it wasn’t doing much good. 

In a flash of brilliance, she realized that all she had to do was open the back door and the water would gush out.

She unlocked it and opened it a crack.  However, Mr. Giddy rounded a curve, the door swung open with the hapless, hopeful bride clinging to it with all her might.  The water did indeed gush out, as well as several socks and pieces of underwear that had been lying on the floor.

People honked and shouted, but Mr. Giddy just flipped them off and called them names, not realizing his date was trying to reach the doorjam to pull herself inside.

Fortunately, a kindly trucker maneuvered his truck closer and our heroine reached out with her leg, kicked against the truck, and got the door to swing back where she could get a fingernail on the inside and pull herself to safety.  She blew the trucker a kiss and slammed the door.

Once the wet floor was dried with a towel, a fresh cup of coffee poured for Mr. Giddy, she plopped down in the front seat.

“What were you doing back there?” asked Mr. Giddy.

“Just washing the floor,” replied the future Mrs. Giddy.

Mr. and Mrs. Giddy have celebrated their sixteenth wedding anniversary.  But Mrs. Giddy tells me that Mr. Giddy always offers to mop the floors.  She’s not sure why.