Just imagine taking that drive 400 miles. 400 miles to go camping and you haven’t read a single instruction or researched what you bought at all.

Then you are at the campground, the kids are running around playing. You’re tearing open the box. The wife is asking how long until its done. Ripping apart the box, still not checking the instructions.

Cursing.

Drinking.

More Cursing.

Finally having to give up, making the kids cry. The whole drive home just fuming ready to write that one star review and really take that tent maker down. How dare they ruin your trip! You go all male Karen and rip into them, and then you get that response. I guarantee he never showed his family that response.

800 miles and all you needed was an air pump.