More Carla and Campground Happenings

Mom got her new glasses today. She asked if I wanted to take a selfie with her.  We had never done that before.  Obviously, we need more practice.

Mom and Me

Carla

Another process server called Mom's number thinking it was Carla.  Carla has been giving out Mom's cell phone number since the 90's.  We don't know Carla.  Mom called the process server and told him that he has the wrong number and we don't know her.  She explained that Carla has been giving out Mom's number since the 90's.  She also told him to check with AT&T if he doesn't believe that it is not Carla's number.  He kept saying "Oh, no, oh, no!"  I think he was saying that because now he knows that Carla has tricked him and he isn't giving her the proper notification that he thought.  We don't expect the calls for Carla to end.

Repo Man

We noticed a police car drive by our place yesterday, so we decided to see what was going on.  It turns out there was a repo man trying to take some one's car and their trailer.  A woman staying in the trailer blocked the repo man in, so the police were called.  There was a crowd gathered round.  It turns out that a guy who used to work here, but who was fired but still lives here sold another worker a trailer and car.  It appears the paperwork wasn't correct and the repo man came.  The best we can figure is the second guy made payments to the first guy, but those payments were not passed on.  The guy ended up loosing his trailer and car.  It was sad.  Luckily, his brother works here too and he was able to move back in with him.  We haven't heard any fights, but the second guy can't be pleased with the guy who sold him the trailer and car.

Utility Trailer Man

There was a guy who lived behind us in basically a utility trailer.  He has been here a long time.  He had a toy chihuahua that he doesn't have on a leash. The dog doesn't even wear a collar.  He allows her to roam on her own.  Last Sunday, I was laying outside and she hoped in my bed.  It's a good thing I am a nice guy and didn't eat her.  One time, we were at the dog park and she was there in the small dog park.  Someone told him that he needed to clean up after her and he kept saying "what?" and then he left.  We are glad he is gone.

Joey,

The Greyhound Who Hopes His Dad Gets Home Before 10 p.m.