I’m not exactly sure what day this is, but I’m pretty sure it’s the one that I have stopped making sense and have lost all perspective. In the “I shiz you not” category, we have broken down once again.
This time, we are outside Charlotte, North Carolina and I’ve grown weary of this particular routine. This mechanic’s name is Hal, and he has had many past experiences with RV’s. In fact, he told my husband that he doesn’t go into the actual camper anymore because so many of them “are just rolling brothels.”
Really?
Actually, that makes a lot of sense because I feel like I’m getting screwed every time I get into this one.
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Please tell me the RV rental company somehow made up for all the troubles?
Someday, after senility has set in perhaps, you'll look back on all this and laugh...
Just you guys stay put. I'm sending my 1968 VW bug up there to pick y'all up.
Traveler Tip No. 43: If the Moose out front tells you "sorry folks the parks closed" Just turn around quietly and leave, it's just not worth the trouble.
The rental company was being good, and now that we're home is not being good. I think they should reconsider being good.
rental company not being good should mean a mean Diva attack--time to go to the mattresses
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