Saturday, September 27, 2008

That's not your camper Either....

Ok so I'm a week behind still. What else is new?

I do wish I had a picture for this one but well, I was asleep. Last weekend while we were in Auburn camping/tailgating we apparently had a semi-intruder during Saturday night. As I was told, Chuck (our RV neighbor) was up in the middle of the night for unknown reasons (insomnia maybe) and he was outside smoking. It was pitch black and he was just sitting there minding his own business when an extremely inebriated guy comes stumbling up puts his cell phone on Chuck's table and proceeds to try to open Chuck's camper door and go in. Chuck (who is hilarious anyway) yells at him, "Hey dude, that's not your camper." So he stumbles around and says "sorry." THEN he just walks over to ours and tries to come in our door. Thank goodness the door was locked!! Chuck yells at him again, "HEY DUDE that's not your camper EITHER!!" So he staggers around and out of our camp site to who knows where. Hope he made it home at some point. Needless to say, he left his cell phone on Chuck's table. Wonder if he ever got it back???? Probably not!
Lesson for the day - if you just have to get drunk be sure you know where your own camper is!!

5 comments:

Joy said...

That's funny....and you just slept through it.
Aunt Joy

Tesney said...

OK, I'm embarrassed to say that this reminds me of a college camping trip. One of my friends did the same thing except he went into a tent full of Boys Scouts and slept there for the rest of the night without anyone realizing it till the morning when he was kicked out by the troup leader.

Kim Lawson said...

Yep, that's funny! Thank goodness your "neighbor" was there AND your door was locked, because you would have slept through it all.

Joy said...

Hey, good luck this weekend. We are going to need every ounce of luck we have. And.....that's not much from us anyway.....UAB lost with 2 second left!

gonecoastal said...

Found you!

Just for the record, he did get his cell phone back, but not until after I got his name (Steve Tyler)and where he's from (Headland, AL).

When I returned his phone to the people in his tailgate group the next morning and explained how I got it, they said "He's not really our friend -- he's just from the same place that we are."

Maybe he needs to read a self-help book on winning friends and influencing people.

The moral? Don't make a fool out of yourself, then leave your cell phone with a computer geek....

Y'all take care, and War Eagle!

Chuck