The whole RV moved. The whole thing. It's 0515 and something just hit us. I jump out of bed and go to the front to look around. Our neighbor for the night at Cabela's clipped the mirror with his trailer.
I'm outside looking at the damage and the trailer is nowhere to be seen. Two minutes later and a man pulls up with his fifth wheel and truck. Turns out he felt it on the way out and wanted to come back to make sure it was ok. We exchange information and he offers to pay the bill. It's people like that who restore humanity in my eyes. He could of have just left. I'll order the parts and install it myself. If this man is willing to do right by me, I'll do my part to do right by him.
We finish off breakfast and load up Shirley. Roo is getting dropped off for the exhaust manifold repair and we have three cats and a dog that need to go somewhere for the day.
We set up camp at riverfront park. The park is clean for the most part except they have a problem with canadians. I hate canadians. Those bastards just shit wherever they want, and strut around like they own the place. Stupid geese. Th day of stress has caught up with me and I just can't take it anymore.
The day clicks by and we lounge around the park like a bunch of homeless bums. People come and go. They see us sitting at a table, with a dog, a laptop, and a tent full of cats. They must mutter to themselves "These people must be nuts".
Time clicks by. Tick tok. Tick tok. I've never really stressed out to much in my professional career. Things happen, stuff breaks, life moves on. Now I'm sitting in the park and all I can wrap my mind around is the continual thoughts of what if... " What if it's not done tonight, what if the head is warped, what if they they break a few manifold bolts?" These scenarios run through my mind throughout the day. This is all we have, and our budget is shoestring thin. The phone rings. Some damn telemarketer. The hours continue to tick by until 4pm. The shop closes at 5 and I'm ready to call them. The phone rings again "Kenny?" the voice asks, " We're all wrapped up here. She's ready to pick up" Sweet relief after a day of worrying. We load up the animals into Shirley and roll over to Roo.
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