Jess Mosser: The world's assistant OR Why Municipal Court is NOT the Health Department

While I've been spending the majority of my day trying to hunt down a wildly popular campsite at Michigan International, the world, (for some reason unbeknownst to me,) continues to turn.

Earlier today, inbetween inquery calls to Michigan, a citizen called and asked for the health department. I was puzzled for a moment and began to explain to her that this was the municipal court. She proceeded to tell me she KNEW that, (like I was the idiot,) and said that she couldn't find the listing she was looking for in the phonebook. I sat in dumbfounded silence for nearly 3 seconds.

"Well ma'am, I can't help you."
"Well can't you just transfer me?"
"No I can't. Their actually a whole other building."
"Well don't you both work for the county."
"I will punch you in the face. Seriously."

I didn't say that last line but it's what I was thinking while I sat and listened to her rant as to why she didn't understand why I couldn't transfer her and how she just needed to get a water sample tested. I almost told her to just drink it and if it WAS unsafe that the world would no worse off with her out of the picture.

Maybe I'm just cranky. I really want to get to Michigan. I also really want to upload pictures to my posts. I also want a cookie.

On the brightside, I can have a campsite secured for $180 with only a phonecall. Just waiting on Spech. C'mon buddy. You know you wanna.

But seriously, someone get me a cookie.

Juniper Hills Campsites (AKA Potential Site of 2 day Shitshow)