I found this post in my Drafts from a couple years ago. I guess I’d decided not to post it on the grounds that it may incriminate me (ie, it may reveal my frustration). But the frustrations are short-lived and now it’s just funny so I’m posting it:
Excerpts from our week of workamping:
Got this call late last night.
Camper: “I’m in site 30. My car battery is dead.” (The site has been changed to protect the ignorant.)
Area Manager: “What campground are you in?” (We manage ten of them.)
Camper: “Uh… I’m not sure.”
Area Manager: (We knew where they were by the site number. We were just making them pay for waking us up.) “I need to know what campground you are in.”
Camper: “Hey! What campground are we in? Oh, Sutton.”
Area Manager: “Now what is the trouble?”
Camper: “My car battery is dead and I need to go to town to buy firewood. Can you give me a jump start?” (mind you, we sell firewood in the campground)
Area Manager: “I’m not going to wake up my manager for that.”
Do you think he thought it was more polite to wake us up for a jump-start than to wake us to buy firewood? Maybe he’ll be more prepared to camp next time? And, by the way, why don’t campers carry a hatchet if they aren’t going to buy firewood?
When does “No U-turn” mean “turn around and go back”?
I am always surprised to see people try to make a U-turn right here in front of the sign.