Maybe a math major could help me understand this transaction.
Back in January, because my RV had been sitting idle for too long, I decided to take a road trip. Nothing elaborate, just a loop into the Tennessee and North Carolina mountains for a few days. It turned out to be a leisurely, interesting, and pleasant trip.
Usually, I stay at state park campgrounds, which are reliably clean, quiet, and inexpensive. But sometimes you have no choice. The first night, due to the timing, I was obliged to stay at a private RV park in North Carolina. A place called Whispering Pines or something like that.
Whispering Pines was a bad decision. After checking in, I discovered that the bathhouse had been “winterized” and closed for the season. In other words, the pipes had been drained to prevent freezing, and the place was padlocked. It would reopen in the spring.
Sorry, Mr. Camper. Use the shower in your RV.
Which would be fine, except that my RV, like virtually every other RV this side of Tampa, also has been winterized for the season. My shower is closed until spring, too.
I was not a happy camper.
Fortunately, by the second night, I was back in Northeast Georgia, and with great relief, I checked into the campground at Tallulah Gorge State Park. The facilities there, thank you very much, remain operational all year long.
At this point, the aforementioned transaction comes in.
The campground host was a patient, almost serene woman trying to deal with an infant, a toddler, and me at the same time. She said campsites with full hookups were $32 per night, with discounts to senior citizens and veterans.
“Are you a senior or a veteran?”
“Both.”
“Okay, that will be $24 for the night. Also, we’re having a special right now: you can stay a second night for half price. That’s $24 for tonight and $12 for tomorrow night.”
“You’re kidding.”
She wasn’t kidding.
“That’s basically a free night,” I said. “How can I turn that down?”
The only problem was minor. The office was closed, and the nice lady had no cash with her.
I gave her $25, and we agreed I could settle up when the office opened the next morning.
Later that evening, when I retired to the RV and watched the news, I learned that heavy rain was moving toward us from the north. It would arrive by mid-morning and hang around for the next 48 hours.
Bummer. Up to that point, the weather had been sunny and mild. In an instant, the idea of being on the road lost its appeal. It was time to head home. After a luxurious morning shower in the bathhouse, of course.
The next day, up early and ready to depart, I saw no reason to wait for the park office to open. I owed $24 for one night and had paid $25. Close enough.
A few hours later, just as the storm caught up with me, I was home.
Three weeks later, a hand-addressed envelope arrived from Tallulah Gorge State Park. Inside was this:
In case you can’t tell, enclosed was $7.10.
First and foremost, refunding the money — taking the trouble to refund it — was a generous, high-minded thing to do. It speaks well of the person responsible and of the park itself.
But, as I understood the situation, I overpaid THEM. Where the idea of $7.10 in my favor came from, I haven’t a clue.
I even sat down with pencil and paper, trying to use dead reckoning to figure it out. This is as far as I got:
– $32
– $24
– $12
– $25
– $7.10
Baffling.
Math was never my thing.
Too bad they didn’t send a receipt.
Maybe math isn’t their thing, either.