Peace reigns here today. Anonymous and company have pulled out and all is quiet. I have my serenity and sanity back and all is well in my world! I know exactly who the author of the anonymous comments was (is?) and all her cohorts. Seems every problem I have had for the last three months stems from these folk. My last encounter with one of them was unpleasant indeed.
My Dad was here and I took some time off from the storefront to be with my family. One evening I checked in a traveler who requested a pull-thru (not an unusual request). I sent him to a site along with a map and went on with my supper preparations. He came back minutes later to tell me that a truck was parked on that site. I knew immediately who the vehicle belonged to.... they had parked there before when I tried to put someone on the site. This incident is what prompted me to put in writing a list of rules and distribute them to the occupants of the park. The site next to that site was also unoccupied (I thought, anyway), so I told the nice man to just park on that one thinking I could take care of the problem later. No such luck.....another truck was parked there.
I turned off my stove and told my folks I would be back in a few minutes and took off on foot to remedy the situation. I knocked on her door. I admit I was already annoyed, but she came out with an attitude. She told me that was her parking spot (yeah, right) and that my husband had told her not to park on the grass (no, he didn't). I told her that she had already been told NOT to park on an empty site and that she was preventing me from renting the site and that she could indeed park there if she paid to. I told her to move the truck....she said she didn't have the keys. I then asked whose truck was parked in the next site. "They ain't here, and they ain't never had a place to park. They've gone to Kansas." WHAT! I am by now not very pleasant and I repeat what I have already said about blocking the use of my empty sites. I walked over the nice people who are waiting to see if they would mind backing into a site.
She discovers that the second truck has the keys in it (I know I always go to another state and leave the keys in my vehicle). As she is moving this truck I am busy picking up broken flip-flops and beer cans and tequila bottle and all manner of garbage. I put this down and go to tell the man to pull into the site she is moving the truck out of. "Don't you put that shit in my yard!" she screams at me, "I have already cleaned my shit up and that ain't my shit!" How very classy. I had no intention of leaving it there.......and I am quite certain that the shit in question was hers. I had seen the mangled flip-flop on the foot of her child at one point during their stay.
This doesn't end here...... Love of my life was at work. I called and told him that I had had an encounter with this person. We do communicate about these things. She went to the station where he works and told on me! I can' t even express in words just how exasperated I was.
Early on in their stay here I wrote a post about the cloud of marijuana that engulfed the park one evening. I was told by several reliable sources that it emanated from the same vehicle blocking my site.
While out shopping with my Mama and Daddy I found this candy from my youth. I was enjoying it immensely and offered to share with love of my life. Holding up the bag I said "Want some Mary Jane, honey?" He looked at me strangely and then said, "Oh... candy, I wasn't sure what you were talking about." Then I pondered....... was this an inside joke, as I took it to be...... or does he need a hearing aid as much as my Dad?"