The Rule Nazis

We didn't make it over the American border from Mexico until it was almost completely dark, so we decided to stay in the first place we could find for the night. Karen found us an RV park withing a 10 minute drive of the border, so we pulled in around 7:30pm. As we drove down the lane to the park, I noticed a sign on the side of the road that said "produce trucks prohibited". What? Under what circumstances would that be necessary?? The office was dark when we pulled up so we went to the door to see what the procedure was for late arrivals. There were a million notices posted all over the door and also on a bulletin board beside the door. One said that late arrivals were welcome to find an empty spot and put a (somewhat steep) site fee in cash in an envelope that was provided and slide it under the door. Another notice said that the bathrooms for the RV Park were always locked, but that we could get a key from the office if we gave them a further cash deposit.

So...

Theoretically, I pay a big fee to park in the RV Park overnight. I don't have access to the bathroom because the office is not open. We are planning on leaving first thing in the morning, so we might not even get to use the facilities before pulling out. What, exactly, am I paying for?

We drive on into the park, debating. After going over the park's many precarious speed bumps, and reading the multiple postings about speed limits and produce truck prohibitions, we reach an empty site. The thing is, we don't want to drive any further that night. Hmm. We wander on foot out of the park to the nearest gas station. No restroom. We walk to the NEXT nearest gas station. No restroom. There are no other businesses open, and at this point I am angry at the rule nazis that run the campground. We retreat to the Yukon Ho and decide that we will NOT put our money in an envelope for someone else to have unless we get something reasonable in return.

At 10pm, we hear tinkling chimes in the distance that get louder and louder. We recognize the "Popeye the Sailor-Man" theme song, and watch out our window as an ice cream truck drives slowly into the RV park and stops, music jangling. Did I mention that it was 10pm? And dark out? At least it wasn't (gasp!) a produce truck.

We wake up early and drive out of the campground without stopping at the still-closed office.

Ooohh! What rebels we are! If it makes you feel better, we didn't plug the Boler into the park's power supply, so we used no resources.

Stupid rule nazis.