It was my wife's birthday so I let her splurge
I remember sliding my card across the counter
Choose the accommodation you like, I said
Feeling like a million bucks and with a twinkling smile to boot
Anything, a break from all the motels and caravan parks
And so months later we arrived to pick up the keys from the Visitor Center
The intermediary, with said owner miles and miles away
I whipped out my wallet, the printed deposit sheet in my hand
When we were told that it just wasn't possible to pay
Because the booking wasn't done through the Center
But a third-party aggregate website the owner decided to use for the very first time
A few long distance roaming phone calls
Plus anxious nail-biting watch-the-second-hand-on-my-watch
Moments of nervous refreshing of my inbox
The foreign telco, I imagined a balding comb-over favoring, obese old man
Navy blue suit, striped tie, chomping on a cigar
Rubbing his hands in glee at my extortionary data package
All after a hard day of driving and just a wee bit before closing time
Not particularly pleasant to be stranded in an unknown town
With a cooler bag filled with choice groceries if I may add
My wife, she broke down, finally she cried
When the lady at the other end ticked her off
Saying that in no certain terms would we be allowed in
Non-payment means illegal trespassing
Punctuated with a long and silent full stop
Blessed are we, to meet friendly faces and helping hands
At every stage of every trip we make
The staff at the Center, possibly a local volunteer
Simply handed us the keys and told us to have a great night
I raised my eyebrows
She gave us a smile
Saying, look, she's way across the state
You're right here, I can see the bills in your hands
It's not like you don't want to pay
Her colleagues nodding, a choir in unison
Then with a shrug she sent us on our way
A wave a cheerful it'll all work out in the morning
So it did
And this, the morning's reward, brought to you solely
By the generosity of that woman
From the wonderful staff of Port Lincoln Visitor Center