Today I met Dick. I didn’t know who Dick was, but Dick knew me. A trend in this campground apparently.
“We’ve all been talking about cha!”, he proclaimed in his heavy northern Wisconsin jargon.
“I’ve got to see this set up, do ya mind?”
I didn’t, I figured as much they were as curious about my living space in the truck bed as I was about what it looked like in those gigantic 5th wheels.
“Huh”. Dick let out an unimpressed breath of air. “Well, see ya later!”, he proclaimed, as he aptly turned his boots and walked back up the hill. I stood there, again lost for words. What did he expect? A Pinterest board of wooden finishes and a chandelier?! It’s the fucking back of a truck, and I’m working in the middle of bumfuck Kentucky at Amazon, not your place of riches and luxury, mind you. I was annoyed (an all to frequent sensation at this campground). I felt, in a weird way, used. So, all anyone at this campground does is talk about me, and now I’ve given him an inside look of how I lived in a truck. More fuel for their gossip. “Oh well”, all I could do was surmise to myself, “maybe it made his day”. Unfortunately for me however, his reaction to my living quarters, left me lacking for good vibes.
All in all, Dick was very nice, and I always try to remind myself that these people are here for years, that’s a long time without much to do. So I guess I’m glad I could brighten their RV camping lives.