A few nights ago we were out visiting with friends and got back to the RV park later than we planned. We left the dogs in the motor home, so we were anxious to get back and take them for their walk. We pulled up to the gate…the locked gate…Kip looked at me and said, “So what’s the code?” The code was inside the RV in the packet of info we had received upon arriving. Panic struck! Kip got out of the car and said, “Just a minute,” and then disappeared into the darkness. After about 10 minutes, I started to get irritated. After a few minutes more, a man in a pickup pulled up to the gate and opened it for me. It closed behind me and I drove on to our spot. The dogs started barking, but I didn’t have a key to get in and Kip wasn’t there. Awhile later he came walking down the street. He told me he had walked around the entire fenced perimeter of the park, and every gate was padlocked. He then walked back to the front gate and found that I was gone. When I asked how he got in, he said that he tried the small gate beside the gate we needed the code for, and it was open…now who do you think had the right to be less than happy? Let’s not argue that. Whatever we get ourselves into, we only have each other to get ourselves out. Besides, it takes two to walk the dogs.
Just remember to take the gate code with you, and each of you should have keys to the RV.
I know this is long, but God forbid I have an unspoken thought.