We went outside and this red-faced person was yelling, "I am not trying to be ugly, but that is our space." I simply said that I was not going to unhook everything and hook the trailer up to move to another space, especially if that space was going to be claimed by someone later.
He got out of his truck and slammed the door. He threw his keys into the bed of his pickup truck so hard that they bounced off the truck bed liner and landed on the ground. "Well, I will get the d*mned ranger," he yelled, and he stalked off.
A few minutes later the ranger came by. We did have to move! Out of all the camping spots we could choose, that the ranger told us we could choose, we happened to pick the only spot that had reservations.
After we unhooked and hooked up and unhooked and hooked up again, we finally got to relax. I saw that red-faced man looking around the back of his pickup and yelling at his wife about the keys. I never said a word. Make me move and your day goes downhill fast. LOL