Some People Are Just Idiots

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IMG_3178Today I gave two of the restrooms in my campground a scrub down cleaning.

I was at it at a little after six in the morning. The first thing I did in each restroom was use a big garbage bag to cover the toilet paper so it wouldn’t get soggy. Next I used soapy water and my brand new scrub brush to thoroughly clean the toilet (lid, seat, risers), the floors, the walls. The insides of the toilets were still pretty clean after the scrubbing I gave them a few days before, but I swished the toilet brush around inside and made sure everything looked really good. Then I hauled a bucket of water for each restroom, sloshed the toilet, floors, and walls to rinse away the suds from the Micro-Muscle cleaner.

I swept out the water as best I could, but the floors were still wet and slippery. I left the restroom doors open to help with the drying process, but set my bucket in one of the doorways and propped my broom diagonally to block the other.

IMG_3176If you were staying in a campground and walked up on a restroom with an obstacle in the doorway, a wet floor, and black plastic covering the toilet paper, what might you think? Might you think you should use the restroom on the other side of the campground? And if you didn’t know the location of another restroom might you ask the camp host–who was outside puttering around on her own campsite–where you might find another restroom?

Not my campers. Oh no.

Four of the seven people staying on the side of the campground with the toilets I’d scrubbed not only bypassed the obstacles in the doorways, but moved them completely in order to close the door. Four people also moved the black plastic over the toilet paper. Not a single one asked me if there was another restroom to use.

The only conclusion I can draw is that these people are idiots.

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(These are one set of restrooms in my campground. I took these photos.)

 

About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now my (male) partner and I (a woman) have a travel trailer we can pull with our truck. We have a little piece of property, and when we're not traveling, we park our little camper there. I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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  1. As someone who also “camp hosts” I can totally sympathize. I usually wait to do my scrub-downs until most everyone has checked out on Sunday, otherwise I just can’t get anything accomplished, and people just keep tracking mud inside. I have 1 fourplex, 4 duplexes and a single (13 vaults total), so I’ve seen all the stupidity first-hand. Sounds like I might be a little luckier than you in one regard: I have hose hookups so although I’m still hauling buckets for scrub-down, I can blast most of the yuck off the insides with a spray nozzle first. And rinsing is easier…

    Last weekend, I had people using trashcans for urinals, and after wiping their poopy butts, they threw the dirty TP into various corners in the bathroom, until there were large piles of it, then they peed on the piles. This occurred between 7pm when I last cleaned for the night, and 7am the next morning. And I always find women’s underwear thrown into those corners, too. And in the campsites. Some people really are just idiots.

    • Tammi, sounds like you have it a lot worse than I do. How many campsites do you have? I just have nine, so there’s just a lot fewer people around to do their stupid stuff.

      I’ve yet to find underwear and dirty TP tends to make it into the toilets.

      And if someone is going to pee in a trashcan, why not just go behind a tree? I don’t understand people… (I suspect at least some of those peeing in the trashcan people are drunk…)

      I can’t remember why I did the scrubdown when I did. I work at the parking lot in the afternoons, so maybe I wanted to get it done before I went off to do that. By the time I get back from the parking lot, I am TIRED.

      Thanks for sharing your experiences. It’s good to hear from someone else who is going through what I am going through (and worse!)

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