Living in a Trailer Park was Entertaining until it Hit the Fan

Like living in a low-rent Soap Opera

My uncle and I moved to the Trailer Park after I sold my dad’s house. We soon discovered that all the stories and stereotypes are true. Uncle Richard and I would often sit under the carport, or in the trailer with the windows open.

We would shake our heads and chuckle while we listened to the fighting and yelling and screaming. I would have felt out of place if it wasn’t for the threatening notices that were left on my door.

Management was as trashy as the Residents

There was always something for the Management to complain about. I would receive the notice, then I would correct the problem.

I worked nights, so I slept all day, I didn’t know there was a problem under my trailer. I smelled the problem, but my uncle and I didn’t realize where it was coming from.

It hit the fan that morning

On that morning, I came home from work, uncle Richard was still asleep. I got out of my uniform and put on shorts and a t-shirt. I lay down on the sofa and watched TV.

I was dozing off when I glanced at the window and saw the owner walking around my carport. He knocked on my door, “ you have raw sewage under your trailer.” I followed him to the side of the trailer, and sure enough, that’s where the smell was coming from.

She could have let me know, but she complained to the owner instead

My busy-body neighbor was always sitting outside smoking and drinking with her friends. She complained to the manager, instead of talking to me.

At the time, I still had money left-over from the sale of my dad’s house. I had a contractor do repairs. While the repairs were being done and being done badly, my trailer wasn’t in order.

The owner couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that repairs were being done

The water heater was outside because the closet was being repaired. Other things were going on as well. I received several phone calls from the owner threatening me.

I wish I was awake to see it

I was asleep when the owner stopped by the trailer. He demanded that my uncle wake me up. Uncle Richard told him to “ piss-off,” and other things that were impossible for a human to do.

The two grown men were cursing and screaming at each other on the carport. I slept through it all. The company I hired did a terrible job, it was several weeks before we had a bathroom to use.

Nothing was put back the way it should have been done

The walls in the trailer were cracked, and nothing was put back properly. I should have hired a lawyer and sued. I bought the trailer in a hurry, if I had time I would have shopped around and moved into a decent park and a better trailer.

The pool was a lot of fun

From what I have heard all my life, there isn’t a good trailer park. The only thing I liked was the two pools. The women had more stretch marks than teeth, and I was the only one there with no tattoos.

I enjoyed the pool too much, now I have issues with Skin-cancer. I have to get nasties cut off every few years.

Management never left me alone, there were always notices on my door

It was strange. I would get notices to fix things that I hadn’t fixed before, After three or four years, I was suddenly in violation. We never fit in at the trailer park. My uncle and I didn’t abuse alcohol, and we didn’t do drugs. We didn’t have criminal records either. But the Largo Police Department raided the trailer anyway.

Final Thought:

Trailer Parks have bad reputations for good reason, but they’re not all bad. If you’re looking to move into a trailer park, take your time and investigate it as best as you can. Try to find a trailer that wasn’t previously occupied by felons.