Writing for Good
Saturday, June 30, 2018
I had a campground experience that did not start out positive, but I turned it around.We arrived at the campground at 1:20 and greeted by three high school kids, one junior, and two sophomores. They directed me to our campsite, and sat behind the counter with their phones, smiling, and taking care of business. It was a drizzly day, and we worked out way over to our site with a huge pile of old dirty carpeting and a small excavator on our site. I really did not want to pay $41 a night and share the site with the campground trash and machinery. I went back and asked for a reduction in price. I also said “it’s unprofessional of you to offer us this site with crap on it.” That’s when everything turned difficult.
Tiffany called, and told me that she would be right over “in 2 seconds”. I waited 10 minutes beyond the 2 seconds before she showed up in a rage. She informed me that the tank (I think that she was talking about an underground septic tank) burst during the night. The men had worked all night and I had no right to complain. She told me that “these kids were doing a great job”. I agreed that her high schoolers were doing an amazing job! This campground owner continued her rant; “How dare you criticize my kids for being unprofessional!” I kept quiet, but it was Tiffany who was unprofessional, not the kids.
Later, I noticed what could be a port on Tiffany’s chest, and wondered if she might be dealing with cancer or some other dreaded disease. That might be why the kids are running the business while she is dealing from her ailments. I sure hope that she gets the help that she needs both physically and emotionally. I won't publicly list the name of this struggling campground and a struggling family.
We now have a clean campsite with a great view of the lake. Our neighbors are quiet, and we watched our grandson Brandon’s graduation ceremony at the Maine State Trooper Youth Academy.
All's well that ends well. I don't want to use my writing to tear down, but to build up.