Every time I think I have seen it all and heard it all ....... life proves me wrong.
Oftentimes folks will call and tell me how far away they are and ask about checking in after hours. I will usually ascertain their needs and tell them which site will suit them and tell them to fill out the night registration package and drop either the money or credit card info in the drop box. If they take the time to call, they will usually follow my instructions.
Yesterday morning I woke way too early with a puppy on my face and after taking the dogs out crawled back into bed to sleep until a more reasonable hour. I slept until 8:30 and was about the business of making coffee when I heard the store door chime. I slipped into the store and checked the drop box and saw the envelope waiting inside. I checked it and it had the correct amount, so I did not race to the bedroom to don clothes. As I watched the camper leave, I noticed the message light blinking on the store phone and hit the button. It was a resident camper calling to say that he wondered if Drew knew he had left his tractor running .......
What? Drew is in bed asleep. Did he leave it running all night?? Inquiring minds want to know. He who sleeps in a wind tunnel was in blissful slumber when I turned off his loudest fan and awakened him to inquire about the running tractor. The key is in the house .... I think, so why would he start the tractor before bed and leave it burning fuel. And, if he didn't start the tractor ..... who did? Asking him anything as he bumbled around pulling his clothes on and looking at me like I was crazy was pointless.
He went out to the barn and confirmed that the tractor was indeed running, but that the engine wasn't hot enough to have been running long. We were both puzzled. As he was filling his bubba mug with diet coke he asked about night registrations and I reported that not only did the people pay, but that they actually listed the seven children and paid for them. Will wonders never cease?
They may have paid for the offspring, but they did not supervise them. One of the seven hooligans started the tractor ....... without the key. They also helped themselves to firewood. I guess they figured if they paid to stay, they could do what they wanted.
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I gather you all aren't close to an inner city environment? Nothing new in this neck of the woods, or inner city.
How do you know it was them? I am confused. Glad it didn't run for long and that they paid for all the occupants. That has to be rare.
oh my goodness...we have a future car jacker on our hands here...crazy story...
Ok what the hell are you sure it was one of the little hooligans. At least they paid but really nicking the firewood is a bit low but hey there are a lot of low lifes around and some would do a lot more then that....
Wow how did he start it without a key... That is so weird!!! Guess you'll have to lock up the barn!
Donna
Hmmmm...weird things afoot...
The worst little hooligans are the ones who get detached from their parents--like the one who investigated our building, found an unlocked breaker box down several inaccesable corridors and started tripping breakers. Tennants poured into the hall, we nabbed the little snot and the super marched him off to his mother, setting up a room for a reception. "Oh, he didn't mean it. Appologize darling son." Building super: "Leave these premises and do not return." We love our super.
How did I know it was that family? They were the only ones afoot. Seen by others puring out of the camper like ants out of an anthill. Just passing through and probably not well supervised. No key, I suppose they were honing their hot wiring skills ...... you know, for later endeavors.
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