No Exceptions!

We arrived at Mono Vista RV Park at noon, parked in the indicated check-in spot.  Trish went to the office to check in while I unlocked the entry and basement doors, our usual routine.  She returned in a couple minutes, said office was vacant with sign on door: "No Check-In Before 1 PM.  No Exceptions!"  Huh.

Rather than remain parked in the check-in spot and block incoming traffic, I pulled into a vacant pull-through site to wait.  A woman, presumably one of the owners, showed up promptly at 1 PM and Trish entered the office - and was read the riot act!  Not only did I have the audacity to move out of the designated check-in space, I had parked facing the wrong way in the pull-through site!  You'd think it was the end of life as we know it.  What the hell difference did it make?  None whatsoever.  But, No Exceptions!  Nazi Bitch.

The woman continued grousing and bitching during the check-in process despite Trish's best efforts to lighten things up.  Woman said she'd be damned glad when the RV season was finally over, a subtle indication she was fed up to here with Exceptions like me.  Ve haf vays to make you regret being an Exception - 7 days in 'cooler!'  Shades of Steve McQueen in The Great Escape.

We often arrive at parks before official check-in times, which are typically between 11 AM and 1 PM, but, also typically, the office is staffed during normal business hours and checking in a little early is no problem whatsoever.  We're customers.  Customers are good.  Customers are made welcome.  Not at Mono Vista!  Customers are a pain in the ass - sometimes even an Exception.

Trish finally made good her own escape from the warden's office, related her fun experience to me, duly informed me that I was scum of the earth and even worse - an Exception!

Obviously, the warden is in the wrong line of work.  There's gotta be a prison somewhere that needs her skills; either Angola or Parchman Farm would be perfect.