A public disservice message

A public disservice message

When you are living in an RV, sounds of things around you become important. The rising wind can tell you of a dangerous storm on its way. The repeated sound of a passing car might mean that someone is lost or looking for something easily thrown in the back of their car to sell for drug money. The party sounds from the space next to yours might signal that you are going to be very cranky and sleepy tomorrow. You get the idea.

Last night in addition to the party sounds, the repeated starting of some one’s broken down POS car, the racing of the engine, the subsequent stalling of the engine, and the process beginning again made for a restless night. After the thirty-eighth failed attempt in a row at getting the car moving one of my park mates decided to do something.

I heard the closing of a door and peeked through the window to see what might be going on in addition to the drinking of cheap beer and the car still not running.

He approached them, and after a brief discussion of the lack of silence in the park, he produced from the waistband of his pants a rather impressive handgun and carefully let loose with three rounds through the front of the car, piercing the radiator and blowing hell out of the windshield.

Then his voice filled the following silence, not yelling, but saying clearly and very matter of fact,” Now let’s just call it dead and let the rest of us get some sleep. OK?”

With that, he walked calmly back to his rig and closed the door quietly behind him.

Needless to say, none of us got much sleep last night.

But I do salute his actions.