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asked.
    “Well, of course I would!” The irate woman replied, obviously not picking up on the scoffing tone in Emily’s voice. “That’s what I requested when I made reservations over the phone.”
    “Then perhaps you should have called for a reservation more than a week ago. My husband and I own this campground, and I remember taking your call myself, because it was nearly midnight and you woke us both up. I told you then that I had only one site available, and that was only due to a last minute cancellation. You were lucky to get a site at all, as we fill up very quickly for Frontier Days.”
    “Listen, lady, I am not here for some silly rodeo. I’m here for a book signing at Barnes and Noble tomorrow morning. Two other authors involved in the event had no problem securing nice sites, and I am way more successful than either of them,” she said. I could sense the muscular woman’s sense of self-importance was hefty. Based on my first impression of this customer, I knew she wasn’t someone I’d want to befriend. I also knew I didn’t want to tick her off in a dark alley either.
    “And the other authors’ names?” Emily asked.
    “Norma Grace and Sarah Krumm—two wanna-be best-selling authors.”
    “Oh, yes, I remember their names. Very congenial ladies, I might add. They called months ago to reserve sites—in plenty of time to secure premier ones—something you would have been wise to do, too.”
    “I’m a very busy woman, and I didn’t have the time to spend on trivial little details like that. The point is that I did get a site, and it is not at all what I requested.”
    Emily glanced up and looked straight into the customer’s eyes, as she replied. “Obviously, it’s not such a ‘trivial detail’ now that you’re here and are finding out you should have taken a few moments of your precious time to reserve a site when your friends had the foresight to do so. And I’m sure every customer in the park would like a deluxe site like the one you requested, which I told you at the time was impossible. The vast majority of them are just happy to have been able to get a site with full hookups in a high quality, well-appointed Good Sam park. There are hundreds of RVs parked out in overflow lots and fields with no hookups at all, that were unable to secure a site in a real campground such as this one.”
    “Perhaps you don’t know who I am,” the customer said haughtily, while placing her hands on her hips in an attempt to show her superiority.
    “Perhaps I don’t care who you are,” Emily said, without flinching or even raising her voice. “You could be Mother Teresa and your husband the Pope, and you would have still been assigned the same site.”
    “Humph! I don’t appreciate your smart aleck comments, lady. I happen to be Fanny Mae Finch, the renowned author. I’m practically a household name,” the surly woman replied.
    “Not in my household! Sorry, never heard of you.” Emily spoke as I echoed the same words in my mind.
    Perfect retort, I thought. I wanted to applaud, and say, “Campground owner one, pompous ass zero.”
    “Well, you must be illiterate, then. My new novel is currently on the New York Times Best Seller list,” the egotistical woman stated, with obvious pride in her self-proclaimed awesomeness.
    “How nice for you, Ms. Finch. Do you want the site or not? You’re holding up the line. There are plenty of people who would love to have your site if you’d like to take your business elsewhere.”
    “I do not appreciate your attitude at all. Have you not heard the mantra of most professional business owners, that the customer is always right?”
    “Well, Ms. Finch, you are about to be right! Right out the exit gate of this campground, that is!”
    “You know, I could write an article about how rude and unprofessional the staff is in this so-called RV Park. Cozy Camping?Really? What fantasy world are you living in, lady? Even the man on the golf cart outside had the