STUPID DRUNKS...and their redneck friends....

Let me preface this with I have no problem with beer or those who choose to consume it, none! My problem is when those who choose to consume it infiltrate my private space physically or mentally because they no longer have a sense of common courtesy due to their choice of over consumption. I also can't fathom taking children on a weekend getaway only to have their memories tainted with mom and/or dad acting like a jackass, cussing them out, not giving a crap what they are doing or where they are and basically leaving them to fend for themselves because mom and/or dad or to STUPID DRUNK to parent!

Which brings me to my second story...STUPID DRUNKS and their redneck friends! Of course as the week wore on, Saturday another camper with a car load of kids became our new neighbors. Not so bad, at first...but as the evening wore on and we just settled in around our fire, one car, two cars, three...four kept arriving next door for what seemed to be a frigging family reunion gearing up for what might to be quickly turning into a night from hell. For those of us that camp regularly...there is a common courtesy...your camping spot is your yard/domain/area/property/space, whatever you want to call it and you just don't tread on another campers space. As we are sitting trying to enjoy the fire with what used to be our peace and quiet, kids...kids were EVERYWHERE, running between our camper and truck, hiding beside the truck, playing in our yard space, walking behind our camper and right behind us, actually having to step sideways to squeeze through! Vic eventually backed the truck up and put the hitch against the camper to deter the cut through foot traffic...but they just jumped OVER the hitch!...the only good news is it was covered in grease and he found it rubbed off...which means some little tootsies were disgustingly nasty, HA!

As the evening wore on eventually the kids settled down and we were left with beer guzzling stupid drunks with their stupid thick redneck/country accents. I was sooooooo sick of hearing the word "ain't"...from young and old! Needless to say where there are stupid drunks there are always issues and before we knew it maw & paw were having a nice little squabble...fortunately they went inside before it got too heated, but I heard more then I needed to know in that short period.

My kiddos got a fine education that night...I'm pretty certain that ALL curse words were uttered at some point that evening...what really stewed my sitting spot was when the "F" bomb was dropped when one of their little boys got his fingers shut in the door...it wasn't dropped because he was hurt, but because they blamed him for sticking them in there to begin with! Such a fine example of good parenting, yes?

We missed our nightly liberating outdoor shower...the stupid drunks decided to put their fire ring right beside where we'd typically shower...which happened to be about four feet from our camper. For the first time in almost 6 years we had to resort to using our indoor shower, thankfully it worked with great success!

All in all...the good definitely outweighed the bad...as with every trip we learn the in's and out's and do's and don't's of how to pick our perfect spot...to bad we can't pick our perfect neighbors too!