Great Adventures with Gram

One Saturday afternoon my 92 year old Grandmother and I had just finished lunch at the Golden Corral and I asked her if she wanted to go walk around the RV lot with me. It was nearby, and I thought it would be fun to tour some campers and RV's.  

The gates were wide open and we saw a couple of other people walking around, so we parked, went into the yard, and started touring the campers.  We marveled over how comfortable they seemed to be, and how they had all the conveniences of home.  When we came out of the second or third camper, I happened to notice that the gates were closed.  My heart dropped into my stomach as I realized there were padlocks around the gates. 

I quickly tried to hide my panic because Gram was a worrier, and God only knew how she would react if she knew how worried I was! We walked towards the building, hoping to find someone inside that could let us out.  I banged on all the doors and windows to no avail.  There didn't seem to be anyone there. I pulled out my cell phone and called my husband, but before I could finish explaining our predicament, my battery died - of course. And just as I started imagining what this might mean for us - being locked in an RV lot for the rest of the weekend with no food or contact with the outside world, Gram started to laugh. 

I looked at Gram, puzzled, and wondered if maybe she was just hysterical with fear. But no, it was genuine laughter.  When she could catch her breath, she said, "What an adventure! If we have to get stuck somewhere, just think of all the nice campers we have to choose from! And maybe your husband will bring us McDonalds cheeseburgers? I think he could slide those under the fence." And then I was laughing right along with her. 

After a few more minutes, someone pulled up to the building and tried to go into the shop, only to find that it was locked.  We called the would-be customer over and explained our predicament.  He went back to the building and looked in and noticed that the lights were on. So he began banging loudly on the front door and window, for about ten minutes... I was just starting to lose hope when the shopkeeper FINALLY opened the door.  We were released from our RV prison, and giggled like school girls all the way home about our great adventure.