Here I go again with the bucket full of used motor oil.

I used to change my own oil on Hooker (car) and Maggie (bike) all the time. Never trusted the shops.
The boat is a different animal. Too many sensors, computers, chips, etc. So a mechanic comes to the house and does it, under my very watchful eyes.

Then I got sick. Monstruous depression.
Last oil changes remained in the bucket outside the house, instead of the auto parts.
In time, it developed a miniscule leak. Few drops a day.
I worried about the neighboors. The EPA. The fire dept. The police. The gardener. The passerbys. What if they rat me.

I placed the bucket in a larger bucket. Everything was fine in the dry season.
When the rains came, the big bucket caught the rain plus the oil drops.
Every day I checked the bucket. In silence. Nobody new but me.
When the level got high, I took a plastic glass and a pan, and took most of the water out.
Maybe two or three times a week.
This went on and on for three years. Always thinking about the bucket.

When I felt stronger, I forgot about the damn bucket.
One day, throwing away the trash, I saw the bucket. Overflown.
That was the day the bucket died. It took less than a NY minute.