Notes on trailers...

I really wanted to leave by 1 today, but I also wanted to make sure I got a shower before a long afternoon of driving and greeting new friends. I've covered the floor of the trailer with boxes and STUFF, and all the seats with clothes, so hopefully new friends have a guest room and don't mind a spontaneous guest. I've slept through worse though, if I have to stay in the trailer.

Lowe, it's 1 o'clock, and I've yet to have a shower. OK, a quick one then.

So, I strip down to take my shower.  And I think, I better put those Sun King jugs out for S or I might forget and so i walk, naked, to the laundry room when someone KNOCKS on the BACK DOOR.

In case the said knocker has X-RAY VISION, I run from the door to the bedroom and I look for a bathrobe. None. I put my clothes back on, and peek out the window and the knocker is gone, but no sooner do I know this, than a knock on the front door.

So I decide to risk it, because there is no car up front and usually only neighbors are so nosy.

I open the door, to see the man who is always walking down the street drunk (he usually has a 40 in a paper bag, like on tv!).

‎"Hi, I see your hubby has that neat trailer out back..."

(sexist)

"... and i haven't seen one of those in YEARS and those are SO SWEET, and I'd really like to take a look inside."

I think of all the boxes and STUFF in the trailer. Normally, I do like to show it off, but I'm late, and it's messy, and this is the neighborhood drunk, we're talking about. "No, I can't show it to your right now." (God, I hope my nipples aren't showing, stupid no-bra.) I concentrate on how to get him to go away.

And he said, "oh, that's really neat, I just wanted to see it. That would be so sweet with a tv in it and a stereo and ac..."

And despite my desire for him to leave, I said, "with all that, what's the point of camping?"

"Well, it would be sweet. A home away from home. I'll come by some other time. I live just down the street. Anyway, it's really neat."

"Thank you," I said.