My mother always thought I was a pretty good kid, my father constantly told me I could accomplish anything I wanted to in life if I worked hard enough to make it happen, and I had a dog once that was sure I was the greatest creature that ever lived. But in spite of all that, I can’t walk on water, even though some folks seem to think so.
A while back, a reader forwarded me an unsolicited e-mail that they had received from an outfit called the Camper$ $aver Club inviting them to join their organization. One look at the e-mail told me this was a scam. The exclusive “club” was open to only 1,000 RVers who, for a one time $450 enrollment fee, could camp at any campground in the country for 7 days, once a year, for free. ANY campground! ANY CAMPGROUND!
This had scam written all over it. The e-mail was poorly composed, contained misspelled words, and had terrible punctuation. It was obviously not written by anybody with even basic communication skills. The return address was a generic Hot Mail address, not a business e-mail address.
And the offer itself was ridiculous. If I own a campground why would I honor it? What would be in it for me, to give away 7 free nights of camping? The e-mail said it was because of the publicity campgrounds and RV parks would receive from it; once the club members had stayed at a campground, they would come back and pay.
No they wouldn’t, they would go across the street and stay at a competing campground for free instead. That’s what I’d do. After all, every campground in the United States is participating in the club, right? If I could go to any campground for free, why would I go to one and pay? Can you imagine what a sales job this outfit had to do to convince every campground owner in the country to sign up? I wish I had them selling advertising in the Gypsy Journal!
I wrote back to these folks and told them to just ignore the e-mail, it was obviously a scam. If it sounds to good to be true, it isn’t. But some people are their own worst enemy. I got a second e-mail from them a few days ago, telling me that they had decided to give it a try. They paid online with a credit card, and received a membership card back by e-mail. They said that they have been to five campgrounds so far, and were turned away when they presented their membership card. One campground owner actually laughed at them.
They said they had written back to the company to complain, but the e-mail bounced. There was an 800 telephone number on the membership card, but it is the number of a company that never heard of Camper$ $aver Club. Now they want me to expose this scam in my blog and the Gypsy Journal, and help them get their money back. Now, just how in the world am I supposed to do that?
But these weren’t the only people with expectations of me that I just can’t live up to.
Because the post office does not forward Standard Rate mail, we always ask subscribers to send us their winter mailing addresses if they are going to be on the road as RV snowbirds, so that they don’t miss an issue. Most folks are pretty good about that, but every year we spend a lot of time and money sending out replacement copies to folks who didn’t get their papers, because they didn’t give us their winter address, or their summer address when they return home from their favorite snowbird roost.
One reader who wanted to be sure he would get his paper recently sent me an e-mail asking that the current issue be sent to an RV park in Mission, Texas, the next issue be sent to a relative’s house in California, the issue after that to an RV park in a different California city, the issue after that to a fourth address, in Iowa, and on for the next six issues of the paper. He stated that he is a fulltimer and doesn’t have, or want to pay for, a mail forwarding service.
We’re good, but we’re not that good! I replied that we have thousands of readers, and there is just no way we can keep track of that many changes. He responded that he thought he was “dealing with professionals.”
Professionals yes, but I still can’t walk on water.
Thought For The Day – The happiest people aren’t the ones who have everything, they’re the ones who make the best of everything they have.