“Toilets Clogged, Plane Passengers Asked to Urinate in Bags” (NBC) will amuse those of you who fly in light piston-powered aircraft…
[It is tough to believe that one diaper in one toilet was enough to disable this critical system!]
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In “The Curse of Lono” Hunter S. Thompson recalled an amusing story of a man who was forced to retrieve a key from an airplane toilet and emerged from the lavatory with a blue arm.
“Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Ackerman stepped out. He moved quickly into the aisle and smiled at the stewardess. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said. “It’s all yours now.” He was backing down the aisle, his bush jacket draped casually over his arm, but not covering it.
From where I was sitting I could see that the arm he was trying to hide from the stewardess was bright blue, all the way up to the shoulder. The sight of it made me coil nervously into my seat. I had liked Mr. Ackerman, at first. He had the look of a man who might share my own tastes .. . but now he was looking like trouble, and I was ready to kick him in the balls like a mule for any reason at all. My original impression of the man had gone all to pieces by that time. This geek who had locked himself in the bathroom for so long that one of his arms had turned blue was not the same gracious, linen-draped Pacific yachtsman who had boarded the plane in San Francisco.”
Literature aside…
Notice that there is no mention in the news story of defecation. I betcha, absent a bucket, if you had to shit, you went into that overflowing lavatory.
It would seem that, in a small plane, that a bedpan, perhaps with a disposable lining, would be a useful piece of emergency equipment. An adult version of a toddler’s training potty would also work.The real problem, if you were not flying solo, would be crapping with other people present, which is a psychological dilemma.
Absent a dedicated port to dispose of the poop, any bedpan lining should be easily sealable, like the bags used for curbing one’s dog.
Aviation sure is glamorous!
My last flight was delayed an hour because a toilet did not flush. Eventually they taped the door shut, so no one would use it.
When I took long overnight Greyhound bus trips across the Western USA, it was a common occurrence for the toilet to overflow around 3 AM. Shortly thereafter, fluids would start running down the aisle to the front of the bus. I never understand the mentality of a person who would see a full container and decide to add to it…