Shift in thinking
It has been on my mind to write about this for a while. The incident I’m going to share happened last year and changed our thoughts about our overnight stays when on the road. I do not want to frighten anyone. I am not trying to cast a bad light on Walmart, or Wallydocking. The ability for weary travelers to pull in and sleep at participating Wallmart locations is a boon. But here is why we will not be utilizing their generosity anymore.
Self-defense
It is not necessary for this blog post, nor do I do think it is prudent to share our methods of self-defense. However, I will say Ken is a military brat and Vietnam combat veteran. I’m a Florida Saltwater Cracker. Neither of us has any aversion to defending ourselves.
Happy Valentine’s Day❤️️
On February 14th we pulled into Walmart at Vidor, Texas around eight o’clock in the evening. Walmart management required us to park in a certain area of the lot so we motored to that side. Ken parked with the driver’s side along the curb, leaving about ten parking spaces in front of us to the next curb that formed the corner.
When we entered the Walmart parking lot we saw a battered, black pickup truck with writing all over it proclaiming God, guns, and country. We mentioned the truck to each other but otherwise, ignored it. I will say now that it is always a bad idea to ignore gut instincts and red flags.🚩
Per the usual routine, Ken and I went into the Walmart to pickup a quick dinner. It was Valentine’s Day so we went to the card isle, made our selections for each other and exchanged them. (Yes, the aisle exchange is how we give cards to each other now. After we exchange and read the cards, we put them back on the shelf. It is another expense cutter for Affordable RV Travel. Our spending and celebration complete, we went back to the Burrow to have our dinner and settle in for the night.
Too close for comfort
At around eleven pm we heard a car pull up directly beside our entry door. It seemed odd that someone needed to pull up so close beside us when we were the only RV in the parking lot. Ken opened the door and stuck his head out to be certain that everything was okay and saw a truck with two men sitting inside the cab. The men looked at him and said, “What do you want?”. Ken explained that he was just checking to make sure everything was okay. The men told Ken, in a threatening voice, to “Get back in your RV and mind your own business.”.
Oooookay. We looked at each other, our danger meter ratcheting a little higher. We decided it was probably a drug deal and they were using our RV as a shield from the road. Just let it go we decided, and they will probably be on their way in just a few minutes.
We were wrong
Soon after, another truck pulled up. This drug deal seemed to be taking a really long time. Ken decided to check our backup camera to make sure the bikes we carry on the Jeep were not being stolen.
To utilize the backup camera, the engine must be running. As soon as Ken started the engine, one of the trucks immediately pulled in front of us at a horizontal angle and blocked us. This completely hemmed us in and blocked our ability to leave — you cannot back up with a tow vehicle attached. The danger level now sky-rocketed and Ken reached for the phone to call 911.
911 What is your emergency?
If you have ever had to call 911 then you may have experienced what we did. Since Vidor is a small town, they share the 911 switchboard with other small towns. This means the 911 operator has no idea where you are if you say, for instance, the Vidor Walmart. The operator didn’t seem to understand what the threat was. Ken had to keep repeating what was happening. We were growing completely frustrated with 911.
The truck with the two men in it then turned floodlights onto our RV which enabled them to see our movements through the blinds. At this point, I brought our dog Joey to sit down in the rear of the RV, on the floor, to make myself a smaller target.
The 911 operator dispatched the police but before they arrived, the truck beside us left. The truck in front who had been blocking our forward movement, pulled into a space correctly. End of scary story? Not even close.
The cavalry has arrived – wrong
The police department arrived, listened to our complaint and then proceeded to treat us like idiots. Like we were being alarmists. But if you know Ken and I, you know that we don’t rattle so easily. The police spoke to the person in the truck which had parked in front of us. The woman claimed that she too was camping in the parking lot and that the two “gentlemen” were checking on her safety. What a load of bull…..t. We realized it was the graffiti truck. The one advertising their love of God, guns, and country. Apparently God is okay with liars.
The police told us that she was the local crazy lady. That we shouldn’t be concerned about her at all. No one had an explanation for the two men who threatened us or why the local crazy lady needed to sleep in the Walmart parking lot. Crazy lady had committed no crime, therefore, the police could not do anything. They also implied that we were being ridiculous to be afraid of a crazy lady.
We asked the police to have “crazy lady” move her truck and at approximately twelve am, we threw things into sinks and cabinets and rolled out.
Where is Bitsy?
We were about 1 mile from the interstate on-ramp, on a four-lane highway, through the middle of Vidor. Everything had happened so fast. The animals were anxious. I looked around and couldn’t find Bitsy, our oldest kitty. I panicked and made Ken pull over into a large, strip mall parking lot so I could locate her.
And guess what? It still wasn’t over.
The graffitied truck with the “crazy lady” followed us. We watched as she passed by and turned into a gas station about a quarter-mile down the road as we pulled over into the parking lot. Thank goodness Ken suspected her behind us and was paying attention. I located Bitsy. Ken called 911, once again.
Maybe the police will believe us now
As we waited for the police to arrive, the truck came past us in the opposite direction, turning into another business about a quarter-mile past. We clearly saw her.
The police arrived and again scoffed at us. Of three officers, two didn’t believe she was following us at all. We laid out several scenarios where we may be the targets of a hit-and-run, theft, or worse. We are from south Florida for goodness sake. These kind of things happen all the time down there. Texas is an open carry state. “Crazy lady” could shoot us as well as anyone else and we said so. And they continued to dismiss the two men as irrelevant.
Now we are angry
Again, the police said, “she has not committed any crimes.”. We understood that. We were both angry and disheartened by their dismissal. One officer did, however, offer to let us stay at the police station parking lot.
We thanked the officers but let them know we felt it was prudent to leave their lovely town. They left and we proceeded to pull out.
Before we even made it out of the parking lot, the “crazy lady” who loves God, her country, and guns, came into the parking lot, driving directly at us. Almost as if she wanted to play chicken. Ken gunned the RV and we kept going. Immediately after we got out of the parking lot, we saw the blue lights and the police pulled her over. Finally.
Adrenaline fueled night
We didn’t stop. Not at the next town. Or the town after. Ken continued to drive through the night. He drove through downtown Houston and we didn’t stop until the adrenaline wore off and there were enough miles between us and Vidor, Texas.
We may have been targets of racism. It is what Ken and I suspect. After a small amount of research, we found that Vidor, Texas indeed had and may still have a reputation for racism and hate.
That is the story. Now that we have had time to digest the situation a little better, I would like to give a few tips to anyone who will be boondocking at Walmart, or anywhere else.
What we did right
- The RV had a full tank of gas. We had been on the road all day and the tendency is to stop, then wait until first thing in the morning to fuel up. We don’t wait anymore. We were able to get on the Interstate and keep moving for as far and fast as necessary.
- We had permission from Walmart to be there. I always call and check. This gave us a small amount of credibility with the police officers.
- We did not make ourselves at home by placing anything outside, opening any slides, etc..
What we did wrong
- When we parked, we pulled up next to the curb. That left us no where to pull out but to the front and right. Our position left us vulnerable to their blocking maneuvers. If you are going to overnight in a parking lot, leave plenty of space forward and on both sides of you.
- Telling 911, Walmart in Vidor, was not enough. Always have a physical address in case of emergency. A white board is at our entry door now where we write the address of any location where we overnight.
- Parking the RV under a parking lot flood light may have discouraged them.
Some considerations
- You are not in a stick-and-brick home. My point? Gunfire would have gone straight through thin RV walls with no protection.
- Police can do nothing unless a crime has been committed. You are an outsider in any town. Police will treat your claims with skepticism.
- Gun laws vary from state-to-state and unless you spend a lot of time studying them you won’t know what is legal. Waiting until someone enters your domicile puts you at a distinct disadvantage.
- And finally, you are sitting on top of gallons of gas and propane. Even if some idiot with a gun had no intention of directing a shot at your person, their stupidity could still kill you.
I loved being able to rely on Walmart when we were moving from one location to another. Now we use Harvest Host and Passport America to fill in the gaps. We may use Walmart again if the circumstances warrant it. But I know I won’t ever be able to relax and sleep soundly if we are Wallydocking.
Stay safe and happy travels. Till next week…
Always grateful.👫
