Honestly, I don’t think this post needs any introduction. Let’s just get into it.
Hair in drain
I think Jim here has said it all.
Every single time I go to take a shower some nasty ass has left a big glob of their hair in the drain. Or on the wall of the shower.
Or my personal favorite…in a big ole pile right by the door for me to step on as I walk in.
Why? Why is this happening?
No plunger in the bathroom
Okay, the above is my literal reaction to walking into the bathroom and seeing someone has left a big ole STANK.
This has happened to me over and over at the campground I’m at. And because I’m an optimistic, I thought to myself the other day, “There’s no way there are THAT many nasty douchebags in this campground.”
Upon further inspection, I realized there was no damn plunger in the bathroom anywhere! These poor defecating souls can’t help that the campground installed low-flow toilets and have provided no plunger!
WTF campground owners? Put a damn plunger in the bathroom, for Pete’s sake!
The lady who founded the place
You know who I’m talking about. That old lady that has been there since they opened and has all those made up rules in her head.
Like when it’s raining she leaves a mop in the bathroom so you better clean up after your wet-muddy-feet-self before you leave or she’ll be giving you the evil eye until you leave.
When your neighbor won’t stop talking to you
Okay, so this one I’m probably guilty myself. I’m an extrovert and talk for a living.
That said, some people are just relentless.
My neighbor right now is about 480 months old and still hasn’t learned “social cues.”
Bro, when I’m backing away that is not your cue to step forward. And no, I do not want you to show me your Facebook feed full of fake news and Minion memes, okay? I’m just trying to grill in peace, here.
Golf Cart Derby
Have you ever been to an RV park that was really “packed in?” You know, the kind where you can’t see around any corners and every time you go around one you just hold your breath and hope for the best?
Why is it that those campgrounds also have little Mario Andrettis all over the place flying through on their golf carts?
If the speed limit is 10mph, that goes for you too, Mr. Andretti. I don’t care if you’ve got good brakes on your cart and it’s also decorated in red, white, and blue for people to see you coming as patriotically as possible.
Slow down! The boys down at shuffleboard can wait.
The guy whose been drinking beer at the pool for hours and hasn’t gone to the bathroom
Did you just read that last sentence and shake your head in common disgust and understanding?
I know I’m constantly talking about how much I love RV parks because of the amenities and such, but this last one….it just takes the cake. It just ruins the whole experience for me.
I head down to the pool with my daughter. We’ve got our sunscreen, floaties, and a key to the bathroom should nature call.
And as we make trip after trip to the potty, I can’t help but notice John from site 324 is most definitely not making any trips to the bathroom. While also drinking like it’s 11pm and he’s at Ladies Night at the club in 1985.
Just ew, John. Just ew.