Flattened

No, I haven't died or given up on this blog, it's just been rather quiet lately on the site so there has been a serious lack of posts.

It was a fairly quiet Wednesday night on the site, with nothing untoward happening. At around four in the morning, I noticed a large white object parked at the gate, so I decided to go and investigate.

I made my way down to the gate, there was a motorhome parked up in the car park. I checked the gate when I came out of the office after my break, so I knew that the occupants had only arrived within the last half hour or so, so the chances of them being asleep were slim.

When I approached the motorhome, all the curtains were closed and it appeared that they were asleep. I walked around the vehicle to get an accurate description as possible for the report. I checked all the windows and the dashboard for a site ticket (they could have already booked in, but went out for the day and came back late. That's the problem with motorhomes), but I couldn't find one. So I had to knock on the door. The voice from within came quickly, so I knew the occupants were still awake.

"Hello?"
"Night Warden, could you open the door please."

A long wait later the door swung open, almost taking me out in the process, and a large male stood there, glaring down at me.

"Are you a resident here?"
"No, we're booking in tomorrow, but we're spending the night here until reception opens."
"I'm sorry, Sir, this is a private car park, you're going to have to go to the public car park about half a mile down the road."

Now the male wasn't very impressed with my tone of voice/colour of jacket/eyebrows or something, because he then said something which threw me completely.

"Hang on, you're the one who came banging on my door at four in the morning and told us to move. Speak to me like that again and I'll come out there and flatten you."

Well, if he wants to resort to violence, that's fair enough. At least he'll have somewhere to stay for the night. I told him that I wasn't going to argue with him and walked off. As I made my way back to the gate, I could hear him talking to someone inside the motorhome about how annoyed he was.

To stop him booking in, all I needed was his vehicle registration number, but I couldn't get it. The reason? He was hanging around outside the vehicle intentionally so I couldn't get those details. It's just as well I have a good memory and managed to remember quite a number of specific details relating to the vehicle. All of which were put into the report for Alex in the morning.

A short while later, the motorhome drove out of the car park and down the road. Only time will tell if he tries to book in in the morning.