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The Trailer Park was High-Class because it had a Gate, too bad it had Residents
It was funny as Hell
I had never sold a house before
It was a busy day for me and my uncle Richard, I left him at my dad’s house where we lived until my dad passed away. I went to the Realtor’s office where the buyer and realtor and other folks were waiting.
I closed the deal, then I drove as fast as could to the trailer park. I signed the check and some papers, I was then given the keys to a dilapidated trailer.
Why there was a security gate was anyone’s guess
The trailer park had a gate that closed in the evenings, but the residents had key cards. Uncle Richard was pissed because they wouldn’t issue him a card.
The point was moot because most of the residents weren’t down with having a closed gate. The gate stayed broken because residents and guests would run into it regularly.
It was hilarious
Someone would run into the gate, and the gate would be bent and knocked off its track. The owner of the trailer park would pay to fix the gate. Then he would post notices on all the trailer doors whining about the destroyed gate.
