Our First "Camping Neighbor From He!!" Story
This is from 2006, but I don't actually think I ever told it since this was in pre-RV days. This was the FIRST time we camped. Ever. In a Tent. We headed out to Livingston SP in Livingston Texas. ...
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We were at the lake beginning of this month with a large group. My friend is neighbors with a couple that reserves 10 or more sites at this lake campground and sends out a mass email to the group inviting them. What started as a small group has expanded as friends of friends (like me) get invited and invite their friends, etc.
Well the group was there camping and a friend of a friend of a friend showed up with some of his buddies and their families. First night we are out by the lake with some of the group and this other subsection of the group is up drinking, yelling, cussing, laughing, singing, etc. I was with my friends, listening to the water hit the lake front and trying to have a nice conversation. Finally go to the point it was unbearable, went back to the camper and went to sleep.
Next day I have my dogs out on their lead after breakfast and am up 2 sites away with my other friends. My dogs are quiet, but they will bark at other dogs and bark at people that walk past. Well one of the clowns from the other subsection of the group keeps walking past my dogs, within 5 feet of him. They bark at him, but they stop when he is gone so I didn't intervene. Then after a couple of trips back and forth, he is slowly wandering around them and they are barking constantly. I get up and walk over to them to put them inside.
The clown asks, "Are those your dogs?". I tell him they are. He says, "They are really annoying." I'm on vacation, trying to have a good time. I decide to take the high road. I apologized and told him that dogs sometimes bark, more so when people walk across my campsite and right past them. I then tell him I wouldn't want to be rude and disrupt his peace and quiet and volunteer to take them inside.
I didn't think the clown picked up on my subtle sarcasm.
Later in the weekend we are playing cornhole and one of the guys from that subsection of the group comes over and asks if he can be in line to play. Rather than pitch a fit, we agree to let him play. Well his buddies soon start to trickle over to hang out. The clown comes up and sits down at my picnic table by the boards. I stopped playing and just looked at him. He looked at me and I assume it slowly dawned upon him that he wasn't particularly welcome there. He left a minute later.
The problem is people that think they are alone in the world. The people that think everyone else wants to hear their drunken rant in the middle of the night. If you are gonna get blackout drunk, why not stay at home and save the site fee and put that money towards more booze or a liver transplant. Don't ruin everyone else's vacation too...
Luckily that weekend was the last straw for the group organizer. She wasn't happy with that subsection and how it branched out and was basically looking for a reason to remove them from her email list. I anticipate I won't ever be camping with those clowns again...
Well the group was there camping and a friend of a friend of a friend showed up with some of his buddies and their families. First night we are out by the lake with some of the group and this other subsection of the group is up drinking, yelling, cussing, laughing, singing, etc. I was with my friends, listening to the water hit the lake front and trying to have a nice conversation. Finally go to the point it was unbearable, went back to the camper and went to sleep.
Next day I have my dogs out on their lead after breakfast and am up 2 sites away with my other friends. My dogs are quiet, but they will bark at other dogs and bark at people that walk past. Well one of the clowns from the other subsection of the group keeps walking past my dogs, within 5 feet of him. They bark at him, but they stop when he is gone so I didn't intervene. Then after a couple of trips back and forth, he is slowly wandering around them and they are barking constantly. I get up and walk over to them to put them inside.
The clown asks, "Are those your dogs?". I tell him they are. He says, "They are really annoying." I'm on vacation, trying to have a good time. I decide to take the high road. I apologized and told him that dogs sometimes bark, more so when people walk across my campsite and right past them. I then tell him I wouldn't want to be rude and disrupt his peace and quiet and volunteer to take them inside.
I didn't think the clown picked up on my subtle sarcasm.
Later in the weekend we are playing cornhole and one of the guys from that subsection of the group comes over and asks if he can be in line to play. Rather than pitch a fit, we agree to let him play. Well his buddies soon start to trickle over to hang out. The clown comes up and sits down at my picnic table by the boards. I stopped playing and just looked at him. He looked at me and I assume it slowly dawned upon him that he wasn't particularly welcome there. He left a minute later.
The problem is people that think they are alone in the world. The people that think everyone else wants to hear their drunken rant in the middle of the night. If you are gonna get blackout drunk, why not stay at home and save the site fee and put that money towards more booze or a liver transplant. Don't ruin everyone else's vacation too...
Luckily that weekend was the last straw for the group organizer. She wasn't happy with that subsection and how it branched out and was basically looking for a reason to remove them from her email list. I anticipate I won't ever be camping with those clowns again...
