"Hello, Kan-Do Kampground, how can I help you?"
Caller: "Where are you at?" I am so tempted to say I am at work, where are you? Instead I give driving instructions. Then she asks what time my pool closes. I explain the status of my green pool and tell her that the pool would normally be open until 7.
She calls back and asks if I have any camp spots for the weekend. I tell her that I do and she tells me that she will be here in an hour. I say okay. She hangs up.
And again, she calls to ask about the pool. Same person. Same number on caller ID. Once again I explain the status of my sick and crippled pool. She then wants to know if I know about any other pools. I refer her to my competition. "Do you know the number?" Actually, I do. But I am busy with a customer who is in front of me trying to give me money, so I tell her to look it up. After all, she found my number ......... three times.
It is now 7:00. Even if the pool were not green, it is closed. A goofy looking man comes in with a ball cap on sideways. "We are here to swim!" I tell him that the pool is closed and that it has algae in it. He stares at me in disbelief. "What?" he says.
I look back at him and wonder about his drug usage. He has all his teeth, but maybe he is using something other than meth. He is clearly lacking in the brain cell department. I simply repeat that the pool is closed.
"Huh, well, do we at least get free sodas for driving all this way?" I laugh at him and am about to ask which drug he is on when I hear a familiar voice telling him that they are in the "wrong place". It is my phone caller.
Perhaps these could be the people who picked my flowers to put in my skimmer baskets ....... or relatives of the perpetrator of pool misdeeds?