The Weeblemobile Comes Home—and Everything Actually Works

This week’s blog will be a tad shorter than normal, mostly because nothing much has been happening around the Weeblemobile or us.

Well, not that much, anyhow.

Mrs. Weeble and I headed back to the dealer to pick up the Weeblemobile. We arrived at exactly 11:00 a.m., the time we had been told to be there.

They weren’t going to get us on a technicality.

We walked inside and told the nice person at the front desk that we were there to pick up our RV. She directed us to the service desk, where we once again explained why we were there.

Because of the electrical problem I had experienced, I asked if they would plug the Weeblemobile into shore power before we left. I wanted to make absolutely sure everything was working. I was not going to drive all the way home, park it in the driveway, plug it in, and discover that we still had the same electrical problem.

I had already met my weekly quota for RV surprises.

They told me plugging it in would not be a problem, so Mrs. Weeble and I waited while they brought it around.

While we were standing there, another fellow walked up to the service desk. We started talking, and Mrs. Weeble told him our latest tale of woe.

He completely understood.

He was there to pick up a replacement window for his travel trailer. A landscaper’s lawn mower had thrown a rock and shattered the original window. He had been waiting three months for the new one to arrive and had finally decided he would install it himself rather than wait even longer for the dealer to get around to it.

A technician brought the window out.

It was not in a box.

Instead, the technician leaned it against the counter and walked back behind the service desk.

Now, what could possibly go wrong?

Almost immediately, the window started sliding toward the floor.

The owner managed to stick his foot underneath it just before it hit the ground. I am fairly certain that if he had not stopped it, he would have been ordering another window and waiting another three months.

Needless to say, he was not a happy camper.

He asked why the window was not in a box, especially since he still had to transport it home in the back of his pickup truck.

The explanation was that the box had arrived damaged, so they removed the window to make sure it was okay.

Apparently, once they confirmed that the window had survived the damaged box, the next step was to lean it against a counter and see how it handled gravity.

About that time, someone came to get us so we could check the Weeblemobile.

As I walked away, I found myself thinking, “Well, at least this stuff doesn’t just happen to me.”

We reached the Weeblemobile, and I immediately went inside and turned on the main power switch.

The first thing I checked was the lights.

They came on exactly as they were supposed to.

One run for the home team.

Next, I checked the microwave. Its display was glowing, which meant the shore power was working.

Apparently, there was absolutely nothing wrong.

I briefly wondered whether I had slipped into another dimensional plane when the electrical problem happened at the RC field. Maybe somewhere in an alternate universe, another Captain Weeble was standing inside his RV with perfectly functioning electricity, wondering why everyone kept asking him about his transfer switch.

I was still waiting for the technician to tell me there would be a diagnostic charge for checking an electrical system they could not find anything wrong with.

Instead, he handed me the paperwork and the keys, thanked us for our business, and told us to drive safely.

I took the paperwork.

I took the keys.

Then I climbed into the Weeblemobile and prepared to leave before anyone changed their mind.

The drive home was completely uneventful, which is exactly how we like our drives to be.

Once home, I backed the Weeblemobile into its usual parking spot beside the boxwoods—now minus the wasps, thankfully.

I plugged it into the outside electrical outlet.

The lights came on.

The microwave came on.

Everything worked just as it was supposed to.

The Weeblemobile was home, the electricity was flowing, the wasps were gone, and all was right in the world—at least until next week’s adventure at Little Beaver State Park in West Virginia.

There may even be another stop along the way involving a certain oversized beaver.