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If you are an introvert, don’t go to an RV park. Find a hut in the Himalayas or a cabin in Maine, but don’t plop yourself in the middle of a crowd of friendly, snoopy people.
I know what I’m talking about. I’m one of those nosey old ladies who peeks through the window shades to see what her RV neighbors are doing. And I’ve been busy this year.
One set of neighbors are old friends, which is nice, but the site on the other side has had a variety of people.
The first neighbors to settle on this site brought a pop-up camper and two dogs, a Dachshund and a French Bulldog. They promptly set up and proceeded to relax. After chatting a few times, they told us they were both nurses and he was a manager of a nursing home. They hailed from Little Rock, Arkansas, making them the first people I’ve met from Little Rock.
The next crew to occupy the empty space was a single father with two teenage sons. There was nothing remarkable about them except the boys were very helpful setting up the RV, and one practiced his gift of gab on us.
The next new neighbors hailed from Texas. He was a minister and had recently retired, bought an RV and they were on the first leg of a 1000 mile circle through Oklahoma and points north
They were gregarious and friendly. She introduced me to a bottle of Prosecco, and we all enjoyed a social evening. Before leaving in the morning, she gave us her email address, and we agreed to stay in touch. The dust from the minister and his wife had barely settled when our next new neighbor moved in, Charlie and his wife. Charlie was a retired career Navy person. He and his wife, who was also Navy, traveled across the country, working at national park RV parks. He was the ultimate extrovert and joined us at our bonfire and made himself right at home.
By the end of the evening, I felt I’d known Charlie all my life which made the next new neighbors very difficult to accept.
When I greeted the couple with a friendly “hello,” blank stares answered me. Had I sprouted fangs? Was my deodorant failing me? The situation didn’t get much better. For the next four days, I tried to engage them in conversation with no more success than a few barely audible syllables.
When they left and another couple moved in, it was a great relief when they spoke first, and I could resume my normal snooping habits.
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