We’ve driven passed this wayside on previous trips. IIRC, I think we hit this in 2012 but didn’t stop. I wanted to get out and defecate, but the bathroom was in such shabby condition, I figured it would be safer to risk peritonitis than sit on that bowl.
While I was contemplating the “ifs,” Glenn filled up the tank.
He decided to risk his health and safety by using the can. Now he has some kind of rash that doesn’t wash off.