Chivalry is Dead: A Camping Weekend - By Relly
Many people feel that chivalry is dead. I think they are right. I mean, have you ever had the door held open for you? Because I commute every day, and I certainly have not experienced this. Each morning I take a bus to Finch Station (the beginning of the subway line in Toronto) and each morning I need to wrestle with the doors because no one is courteous enough to hold the door for me, even when I'm two steps behind them. To further prove my point, I will tell the story of Friday, July 30, the beginning of my camping weekend.
After work on Friday, two friends and I pile into a car to go camping at Conostogo Lake. We enjoy our times away from the city and roughing it in the woods. As it turns out, our journey of 1 1/2 hours turns out to be approximately 3 hours because of a number of road closures and detours. When we finally get to our camp site it is dark and raining, so we procede to quickly and efficiently put up our tent and intend to build a fire to cook. However, we have difficulty because of the rain, all of our wood and newspaper is getting drenched. So, we try to blow on the tiny embers of the newspaper hoping that the wood would catch fire and we could have food. After an hour of trying, the people at the camp site across from us begin to laugh. That's right, 3 guys with a roaring fire, are laughing at our attempts and - get this - mocking us! They didn't ask us if we needed help, or if we were ok, or if we needed to borrow some dry fire wood... they just laughed. So my friends and crawled into our tent and ate Cheetos for dinner.
Karma is our revenge...
In the morning, after 8 hours of torrential rain, we wake up to one of the slack jawed yokels across the way saying "gosh darn it, mees sleepin' bag is wet, eh". Taking a peek over at their camp site we also see that they're fire pit is completely under water. However, with the rain gone, the three of us build a fire and cook our breakfast of bacon sarnies, allowing the smell of fresh cooked breakfast meat to delicately waft over to them. When they see what we are doing - and realize how hot we are
*giggles* - they come over to stand by our fire and say "oh, I sees ya got yur fire started, eh". We just smugly smile and say, "yup".
*** Extra tidbit of information*** They didn't even bail their fire pit themselves. They called the park ranger to empty the water out for them.
The Children of the Corn....
So, enough with the bitterness. On Sunday, my friend Nicole (AKA Jones) and I were walking to the outhouse and we see three small children playing by the toilet. As we approach our destination, eight more blonde children, wearing old fashoined dresses and straw hats join the original three. They all line up in a single file and watch as Nicole enters the toilet. They continue to stare when I go in. As we finish and begin to walk back to our camp site, they all slowly turn, without losing their single file formation. For a minute I thought that their heads might spin around. It was so creepy!
The final insult...
We enjoyed the majority of our time at Conestogo Lake, but we were excited to see our own beds on Monday night. So in the morning, slowly packed up all of our stuff, put it in Nui's car ~ and the stupid thing wouldn't start. However, a lady was driving by and offered us a boost. So that was the end of our wonderful camping trip.
THE END
Many people feel that chivalry is dead. I think they are right. I mean, have you ever had the door held open for you? Because I commute every day, and I certainly have not experienced this. Each morning I take a bus to Finch Station (the beginning of the subway line in Toronto) and each morning I need to wrestle with the doors because no one is courteous enough to hold the door for me, even when I'm two steps behind them. To further prove my point, I will tell the story of Friday, July 30, the beginning of my camping weekend.
After work on Friday, two friends and I pile into a car to go camping at Conostogo Lake. We enjoy our times away from the city and roughing it in the woods. As it turns out, our journey of 1 1/2 hours turns out to be approximately 3 hours because of a number of road closures and detours. When we finally get to our camp site it is dark and raining, so we procede to quickly and efficiently put up our tent and intend to build a fire to cook. However, we have difficulty because of the rain, all of our wood and newspaper is getting drenched. So, we try to blow on the tiny embers of the newspaper hoping that the wood would catch fire and we could have food. After an hour of trying, the people at the camp site across from us begin to laugh. That's right, 3 guys with a roaring fire, are laughing at our attempts and - get this - mocking us! They didn't ask us if we needed help, or if we were ok, or if we needed to borrow some dry fire wood... they just laughed. So my friends and crawled into our tent and ate Cheetos for dinner.
Karma is our revenge...
In the morning, after 8 hours of torrential rain, we wake up to one of the slack jawed yokels across the way saying "gosh darn it, mees sleepin' bag is wet, eh". Taking a peek over at their camp site we also see that they're fire pit is completely under water. However, with the rain gone, the three of us build a fire and cook our breakfast of bacon sarnies, allowing the smell of fresh cooked breakfast meat to delicately waft over to them. When they see what we are doing - and realize how hot we are
*giggles* - they come over to stand by our fire and say "oh, I sees ya got yur fire started, eh". We just smugly smile and say, "yup".
*** Extra tidbit of information*** They didn't even bail their fire pit themselves. They called the park ranger to empty the water out for them.
The Children of the Corn....
So, enough with the bitterness. On Sunday, my friend Nicole (AKA Jones) and I were walking to the outhouse and we see three small children playing by the toilet. As we approach our destination, eight more blonde children, wearing old fashoined dresses and straw hats join the original three. They all line up in a single file and watch as Nicole enters the toilet. They continue to stare when I go in. As we finish and begin to walk back to our camp site, they all slowly turn, without losing their single file formation. For a minute I thought that their heads might spin around. It was so creepy!
The final insult...
We enjoyed the majority of our time at Conestogo Lake, but we were excited to see our own beds on Monday night. So in the morning, slowly packed up all of our stuff, put it in Nui's car ~ and the stupid thing wouldn't start. However, a lady was driving by and offered us a boost. So that was the end of our wonderful camping trip.
THE END
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Those kids sound ultra creepy!!