No, nobody bothered to tell me there was a lady on my roof. But four people did care enough about my TV antenna to yell “dude, your TV antenna” or “hey, your antenna is up” or “hey, your antenna”.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. All four of you. I get it. I did get it. My travel trailer’s TV antenna was still up as a left my campsite and headed for the dump station. The crank handle broke while I was trying to get it down, but I needed to get in line for dumping, so…

So… Wifey climbed up on top of the camper while the dumping took place. There’s no ladder, so I gave her a boost, and up she went. A bit premature, though, because while she freed up whatever was keeping the antenna from folding all the way down, I needed to go inside and try to work the crank, such as it was — in its broken state.

But.. our tanks were just about empty and there was somebody waiting behind us, so I needed to get out of the way.

So I checked to make sure that the waste valves were shut, put on the cap, and drove off of the dump site. Yes, Wifey was still on the roof. And while four fellow friendly campers alerted us to the uppage of our antenna, nobody saw fit to tell me there was a lady on the roof. Not one.

I parked for long enough to work that broken crank and fold that antenna down. And then I helped Wifey down off the roof.

The antenna was down. There was no lady on the roof. Mission accomplished. We headed for home.