In all the years I've been camping we've always dealt with the normal loud neighbors or people cutting through your site to go to the bathroom, but this weekend was a first. We pull in Thursday afternoon and our neighbor has already been there quite a while based on the number of vehicles and everything else littering their site. As I check out both sides of my site to see which power pole is mine, I discover that my neighbor is plugged into mine. He is parked right up to the edge of the site and the power poles are clearly marked as to which site it belong to. As I drag my cord over to it, I walk over to their camper and say. "Excuse me, I believe you're plugged into my power. I think your power is on the other side of your site." She says, I'll go get my fiancee. I continue to do other stuff and he comes over 5 minutes later and looks at the pole and lifts the lid and slams it back down and walks off. I walk back over there and say the same thing to him that I told the woman. When you lift the lid, it is clearly marked with the site number. His response was he was already set up and his cord now won't reach to the other power pole. As he walks off, I stand there dumbfounded thinking, you're the dumba** that can't read and plugged in to the wrong post in the first place...NOT MY PROBLEM!!! Now, do I just unplug him or do I go and get the camp host? After another couple minutes of just standing there by MY power he finally unplugs and starts dragging it over towards his post, swearing the whole time and knocking over his stuff with his cord as he's dragging it over there. Now I'm wondering what kind of a weekend we're going to have with these people for neighbors. We keep to ourselves, they keep to theirs. We have great sites right on the water. They have jet-skis and a pontoon boat tied up in front of theirs. As we are sitting on the bank the second day enjoying the view, their pontoon boat starts floating away. It's a pretty good wind and it's not slow, so I walk over to their site and say "excuse me". They ignore me. Again, I say "excuse me, you pontoon boat is floating away." Now the guy goes running over there into the water which is now 100 yards downstream to retrieve his boat. After that, he was very thankful and appreciative. No problems the rest of the weekend.