One of the biggest mistakes we ever made was camping on a private site over Memorial Day Weekend some years ago. Never again.
The campground manager was a veritable prison warder, reprimanding all and sundry for the most trivial offences. Parking in the wrong area while registering, fishing from the wrong bit of the shore and otherwise not following rules which I'm sure, she was just making up as she went along.
Until...it turned dark and I suspect, she went off on her broomstick. Because she sure as heck wasn't enforcing the rules by now.
Country music* blaring from open truck doors, language that would have made a longshoreman blush, drunken yelling, even gunshots.
Around 2am, one brave soul called out "Can you guys keep it down a bit" only to be met with a barrage of foul-mouthed abuse and the music being turned up even louder. And this was from people well into their 30's and 40's.
The next day I drove over to the manager's office to lodge a complaint but before I could open my mouth, she shouted "You need to slow down!". There were no posted speed limits and I doubt I was doing more than 15mph.
I'm proud to say, I lost my temper and gave her a sample of what we'd endured all night.
* Yeah I know, that's an oxymoron.