When i was a child, camping with the family was fun; watching others back their trailers into spots was even more so. Watching the actions, antics, and emotional states of people made me laugh. Listening to colorful language that sometimes was thicker than smoke from the campfires was funny to me, much to my mother's disappointment. I recall once watching other campers attempt to assist a new inbound camping neighbor, after all was said and done, those that assisted were blamed for minor damage that was actually the fault of the operator who backed it up. A few weeks later, my uncle suggested to my dad that he go and assist yet another in-bound camper. My father informed him the liability of doing so can create a bad situation, and potentially remove the comedic antics we otherwise might enjoy.
I will never assist unless major damage or life is at peril. Instead, I will drink peanut-butter whiskey from afar and smile.
