I go to the post office and it is closed. I check the hours. It should be open.
I walk across the street to the bank. It is closed also. What the...?
Both have their flags up.
I go back over to the post office and stand inside trying to figure out what holiday it is. A lady comes in to get her mail from her P. O. Box. I ask her if she know why they are closed.
“It’s Sunday” she tells me.
And that is the beauty of living full time on the road. The days of the week mean nothing.
I returned to their city park and wait for Monday.
Here you see us in a different spot. We are over in the main camp area which by the way was vacant except for one guy in his SUV, off to the right.
That is our original spot just to the right of “our” picnic table.
These idiots moved in right there on the other side of “our” picnic table in the late afternoon Sunday after my post office/bank comedy.
We moved over to the main camp area Monday morning to get away from them
and so Beans could explore in peace.
They could see us from where they are.
I’m making a statement by moving but I doubt it registered with them.
The ignorance of people never ceases to amaze me.
Ya got the whole damn city park to camp in and you do so right next to us!!