Why are things so difficult?
We have just taken delivery of a new van so decided to go away to a fairly local site to try it out. Phoned a club site on Monday morning to see if we could go Monday to Thursday. “Yes, no problem”, the warden said, “can I have your name and membership number”.
From that she then told me she had me on the computer and all my details were there. “Great see you around 12”, I said.
So on arrival the fun started. I checked in, name and Mem No. which she brought up on the computer. She remembered my earlier phone call. “That’s fine” she said, then asked to see my membership card.” It’s in the car, is it really necessary, I’ve never
showed it at other sites I’ve been on this year”. “This is a member’s only site and I have to check you are a member”. Hadn’t she just confirmed that from her computer?
So the card was fetched and produced. “It’s out of date Mr Burrows”. Really, why did it say December 2013 then? “Oops, so sorry”, she said, and then she said, ”you haven’t signed it”. I hadn’t signed it because you can’t, the slippy surface doesn’t allow
it using a Biro and besides there’s only two weeks left. So she tried, found I was right and then proceeded to scrawl on the signature line. It certainly wasn’t anything like my signature or anyone else’s for that matter. ”Oh well, that’ll do”, she said”.
“Have a nice stay”.
I’m a fairly patient man but I had to bite my tongue. Let’s get out of here, so we did a hasty retreat.
I won’t go into the blue/white peg dialogue.