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Originally Posted by Justjean
Thanks for taking the trouble.
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Thanks . . . but I don't know how you knew I was . . . But I was, this morning at 6:00 AM.
I pulled up to the gate at the bottom of the hill and the guard asked what I wanted. I said an owner had asked me to check out how busy the resort is, how many guests are here.
He said I couldn't do that.
I asked him how many are staying here this week. He said he couldn't tell me. He asked why I wanted to know, so I guess he is either hard of hearing or has a short-term memory disorder, which is common for Branson locals.
I was dressed in the working clothes of a prominent, upscale local business. There was a security guard sitting there in a pickup who could have escorted me up to the main building and back. I had not removed the license plates from my car.

It's not like they were busy (6 AM, remember?).
I asked if that was the report that he wanted posted on the Internet, that the number of people staying there is a closely guarded secret.
He asked my name.
I told him to have a nice day, pulled into the turnaround and headed back out. The gate was down and he stepped out the other side of the guard shack and asked my name again. (Perhaps he thought it was I who was hard of hearing or has the short-term memory problem.)
I asked him to open the gate (out) and give my regards to Mr. S. . . . who has POed a lot of people over the years, so it doesn't surprise me that they act like this, certainly not hospitable.