Ok, here goes....its long, but I have to set the scene!
Way back in the early 90's I bought my first egg. It was the Casita
I have mentioned and I spent months renovating it. I was very proud! For its maiden voyage I was to haul it from central Texas where I was living, to Maine where I was vacationing. My son (then about 6) had gone on ahead with my father which left my mother, her little Yorkie and I to make the journey alone a few days later. Well... We were supposed to leave early in the morning, but neither one of us were having a good day and it was late in the afternoon before we got underway. We had only driven a few hours before it was dark, we were exhausted and it was pouring rain, so we decided that under the circumstances we would stay in a motel for that first night and get a good early start the next morning.
We stopped at a motel in Palestine Texas and I drove into the parking lot looking for a place to park our "rig". The parking lot appeared to be U shaped and I thought that I saw a space where I could park lengthwise way down at the other end. Since I had spent all of my time remodeling the Casita
and none of it practicing how to back it up, I wanted to be sure that I would not have to. HOWEVER, once I got to that far end of the motel I noticed through the dark of night and the pouring rain that the parking lot was blocked off and there was no way out. There were cars parked on each side of us, and there we sat in the middle of them in a near panic. Oh I tried to back up. I tried for a good hour or more and ended up with the trailer and car close to parallel to each other. Every inch I moved, every direction I turned the steering wheel, the worse the whole situation got. My moms head was hanging out the window in the rain and she was frantically yelling "Jaye what are you doing? Jaye how are we going to get out of here? Jaye try to go the other way! Jaye why did you drive down here? " etc. Her little Yorkie is barking with his high pitched annoying little attention attracting yelp till finally everyone at the motel (2 stories high) was out on their baloney watching these two ridiculous women try to back up this tiny little trailer... we were completely helpless.
Finally we gave up and walked to the front desk to ask for some sort of help. We found the night clerk locked in her office, watching the people on the balcony with binoculars, and was politely telling us that due to all of the drug activity and crime in the area, that she was not allowed to let us in to the lobby, but we could stand outside while she called "someone". After a few minutes the police showed up. We thought she had called them for us, but as it turns out they had been called to the hotel for "other reasons". We did manage to speak to one of the officers, we tired to explain our problem, even told them that I could unhitch the trailer and if just one of them would help me we could manually turn it around, but even though we were drenched and in distress, they left us standing there in the rain.
By now the motel clerk had called everyone she could think of to try to help us. She even called her husband! She called wreckers, she called AAA, but when she told him our problem they all just laughed and said they couldn't do anything. Finally we suggested she call a wrecker and not tell him what we needed, and maybe if the driver just showed up he could do something! It was about 4AM when a wrecker finally came. This young guy got out, the yorkie barked at him ferociously, he laughed at us but said he would get us out of the parking lot. He walked back to our rig, laughed harder when he saw it, and within a matter of about 2 minutes had backed our car and trailer all the way out of the parking lot and turned it around facing out for us! My mother handed him her credit card for the $60 showing up fee, and off we went.
It was almost daylight by the time we got back on the main road. Even though we were more exhausted than ever, we decided to keep driving. Of course mom fell asleep in the passenger seat, and the yorkie was napping quietly by now too, I think I drove till about 9AM or so and then stopped in a rest area so I could sleep for a couple of hours before continuing north. To this day, my mom still complains about the charge she had to pay for the wrecker, but I learned 2 valuable lessons... 1) always be sure that where I am pulling in, has an exit and 2) always have a wheel on the front jack so I can move the trailer by myself!