The security guard had an "issue" with my Polaris Ranger. He first warned Garrett when he used it to get from the beach to the resort area, something about ten different people had been doing all day Friday and all day Saturday---you know: bathroom runs, parts chaser, lunch getters, jet ski hauling, etc. etc.
Garrett tells me about his warning, I go back up there later to get something from my truck, the guard working the gate opens it up and I start to head in. Barney Fife pulls his golf cart in front of my Ranger and starts hollering at me for driving this thing in again. He then proceeds to tell me I cannot and will not drive that "golf cart" on property anymore. Now, mind you, by this time at least three four-wheelers have rolled thru the gate so I ask him why they are allowed and not my Ranger. He says that golf carts are not allowed on property and he is just enforcing the rules. I was literally laughing out loud when he said that. I told him that I was a sponsor of the event and that I didn't appreciate being treated this way---he was rude AND stupid. He told me that if I didn't comply with him he would call the police. I made a phone call to a friend of mine that is the Director of Engineering and explain to him what is going on. My friend asks me the Security Guards name over the phone so I ask the guy his name----he wasn't wearing any name badge----he yells back at me "What's your name?" I told him. He responded, "I don't have to tell you my name," and storms off to his bosses office. My friend is laughing on the phone because he figured out who this idiot is and tells me he'll try to make a few calls and resolve the issue. The Security supervisor and I speak on the phone (he even complimented my Ranger) and we agree that parts runs and such are necessary, but could we keep it to a minimum. No problem.
Fast-forward thirty minutes:
Jeremy Parr said he needs gas and could we also run to Burger King. Sure---no problem. Now I have Jeremy Parr, my daughter, Tiny, and Megan on my Ranger. We go thru the gate, see this jerk, and Jeremy and I make sure to spout off some sarcastic, "Hello, how you doing?" comments and tell him we're going to get "parts". We go get what we need at my truck and head back towards the gate to go get a chair from Harrison's Avalanche. Jeremy let's out a big, "WooHoo!!!" as we ride by Deputy Fife again. We stop at Harrison's vehicle and this tool comes racing up on his golf cart bitching to me again. I got all kinds of pissed when he threatened to call the Police again and grab my wallet and tell him to call the cops RIGHT NOW because I was sick of his ******** and that we obviously needed someone with some intelligence to diffuse the situation. I asked Jeremy to just go do what he needed to while I dealt with this idiot. As soon as they left, this moron tells me that he didn't appreciate the "cat-calling" that Jeremy was doing when we went by and that he doubted whether or not we even needed to get anything from the parking area. As soon as Jeremy left, I asked him if he was going to call the Police as he threatened---his reply was that it was no longer necessary since the Ranger was now off "my property." I just called my buddy again and updated him on the situation, he laughed some more and made some calls to straighten it out. By the end of the day they said you could only bring an ATV or "golf cart" in if you were towing a ski.
There---how's everyone like that foolish story. :biggrin: