Really, this is how you vacation?

The other night, when Rolando--our trusty night watchman--was off, we had some guests that didn't close the gate when they drove back.

This is not a difficult task; we give the guests with cars a remote (it's a garage-door opener) that opens and closes the gate. You press the button once to open the gate, and then you press it again to close it. It's not rocket science, but it is nonetheless amazing to find out how many people cannot figure it out.

Anyway, some yahoos left the gate open, and around midnight, Lucy got up and decided to check on the gate. Sure enough, the gate was open. She closed it, and heard something on the side of the house.

She walked around and saw a mother and her teen son sitting in a car. They were North American, and had apparently driven in (despite the sign that says "No Vacancy" out front) and parked the car. The disheveled mother asked Lucy if we had any rooms for the night, and we did not. Then the mother asked if she and her son could sleep in the car in our parking lot. Hmmmmmmmmmmm, sorry, but you need to move on. They looked a little shifty and they went on their sleepy and merry way to Fortuna, just up the road about 25 minutes, where there are more than 100 hotels.

Very odd.