Campground pretty empty. Stormed earlier.
Lucked out and got a spot right next to another camper...
Wasn't even off my hitch and the old bitch (towing airstream with a Porsche cayenne) next door was already yelling about us being noisy and having stuff in her lawn. Apparently 7pm is too late to be moving in.
"What is this?"
Me: those are bicycles
*are these yours?"
Me: yup.
"Why are they on my site?"
Me: we're unpacking, and your site is to the side of my truck, so that's where they fell. Are they in your way? Because that's the ass end of your camper and they're well behind you.
"They don't even have two wheels. Why do you have this junk behind my camper?"
Me: I removed the front wheel to fit them in the bed of my truck. If you're trying to leave and they are in your way I will move them, but for one I'm trying to cook dinner for the family, kids gotta go to bed. And two I'm not sure you noticed but it's pouring rain and I'm not too interested in leaving the awning space right now.
"Ugh. I can't believe this. We're trying to have a peaceful vacation and were doing fine till you showed up."
Me: Call the park if its that much of an issue. But from my end, you can well I think you should feel free to go F yourself.
She went back in slamming door. I continued to grill dinner expecting conservation officer to come. Didn't see any, eventually went inside and ate. Went back out afterwards and DNR truck was in the road. Heard her hollering in front of her trailer about punk kids making noise and trashing the place. Cracked a beer, lit my cigar and started a fire. DNR never came to talk to me.
Can't wait for sunup tomorrow when kids gonna be riding around on his bike and puppy dog outside.