TIL that the author of FIGHT CLUB came up with the foundation of the novel after being beaten up on a camping trip when he complained to nearby campers about the noise of their radio. When he returned to work, nobody would acknowledge his injuries instead asking things like "How was your weekend?"

tl;dr Drunk hillbilliy family goes camping, gets what's coming to them.

Over the summers when I was in college I worked at a campground. I did a variety of things for them, and one of my jobs was night security.

We didn't have many rules, but one rule was that everyone needed to be quiet at night. A large reduction in noise was expected at 10PM, and by midnight we expected pretty much complete silence from everyone in the camp. My security shifts started at 9:30 so I could give potential troublemakers a heads up. Most people were excessively courteous but one family sticks out in my memory.

I say family, and I mean a mish-mash of brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. who are occupying 5 campsites. Probably around 25 people all said. So they're making a HUGE amount of noise, enough that I could hear them from half a mile away. I book it their direction in my golf cart and when I arrive, shit is going down. There are a couple of fights going on -- one shouting match, and one fistfight. I'm debating which one to approach first and then I see it -- a guy reels back and slaps a woman. I head that direction and shine my flashlight in his face to disorient him. The other fight stops when they realize I'm there and that I mean business and that I just saw this guy hit his wife. Pretty soon they're all yelling and I tell them all they have to quiet down or leave and that I was calling the sheriff to take the guy away, so he can leave immediately if he doesn't want to spend the night in jail.

There were a bunch of campgrounds in the area and I knew the sheriff well -- he parked up the road at night to catch drunk drivers. I call him up and five minutes later he's rolling in, and we ride down to the campsite, me in my golf cart, him in his car.

Meanwhile, the woman is crying with one of the other women, and the rest of the family is whooping it up and getting hammered. I look at the sheriff and he smiles at me. He walks over very quietly and everyone's faces go white. "Anyone here have any outstanding warrants?"

I've never seen a campsite fold up so quietly and quickly.

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