As I sit here marinating in my own sweat, I once again ask myself why I thought this might be fun. The nice gentleman with the white hair is awash with indecision. Not having bothered to make reservations for a holiday weekend he is lucky to have happened in to find me with two cancellations. He has gone for a third look at the available sites......... I wait, longing to jump into the shower and get all the grass clipping and sweat off my body. To make matters worse, I made a quick trip to the potty and thought it would feel good to splash cold water on my face. It did indeed feel wonderful....until I grabbed the hand towel to pat my face dry. Diesel. Smells like diesel. Love of my life must have "washed" his hands, then dried them. So here I sit smelling of sweat and diesel waiting for this man to make up his mind. Could this be a preview of what's to come?
The call for directions last night did not arrive until 9:39. I stayed open for them. Most folks thank me profusely for this consideration. Not her. She was all aglow about their supper they had stopped and had. It was so good they lingered longer than they should have and treated themselves to dessert. Why she felt the need to tell me this I don't know. She was one of those women who are so self absorbed that they forget the world does not revolve around them. I checked her in and headed for the shower and then bed. I drew her a map (all my sites are numbered) and gave her very specific instructions. I knew she wasn't listening to me and I guess I should have made her repeat it all back, given that she seemed to be enchanted with the sound of her own voice.
As I was closing the curtains in my bedroom I watched them pull into the site. I gave them the easiest one. I then took a rather long shower to soothe my aches and pains. Took my time and shaved my legs. During the shower I heard some one knocking on the house door. The dogs were going berserk and I totally ignored it. I dried and went to get my night shirt, peeked out the window. They were still trying to maneuver into the site! It was a pull-thru, for heaven's sake! The name says it all, you pull in, stop, hook up the necessary hoses and you are done. I watched a few seconds of this, chuckling to myself. Went on with my evening of dog cuddling and TV. At 10:30 I hear the roar of the diesel engine as they pull back around the park to make a second attempt at parking the thing. They didn't wave as they left this morning and I find myself not caring that they will probably not be return customers.
I am off to the shower, just a quick one. My white haired gent will have to go home and think about it........ He promised to call me later. I wait with bated breath!