The Travelers

Gypsy’s

When I was 26 years old, I worked for a little motel called Manteca Inn. At my job we dealt with many different people . One day in training to be a housekeeping supervisor I was checking rooms and a big crowd of dump trucks came into the motel. I couldn’t believe my eyes on how many were checking in at once and whether we had enough rooms for them all. They came in not carrying much but there trucks and equipment made up for it.
This crowd was known as the traveling gypsy’s. I thought they were fairly rood always giving the housekeepers a hard time. Most of our housekeepers didn’t even want to deal with them. They were very abnoxious, messy, and lived like pigs.Of course they loved to party! The hired hand wasn’t so bad it was the big bosses that were the worst. My husband was one of the supervisors for the gypsy’s. I met him at the motel I worked at. They were stationed their six months or better. These gypsy’s didn’t care much about there hired help, all they cared about was the money and the partying. They used these men to get what ever they wanted at no given costs. They treated women like they were hookers and disrespected them in all ways then imagined. They would send there hired help for there personal drug runs and use the motel rooms to party in. They would spit all over the floor and be really discusting.The only thing this clan knew how to do is swindle people out of there money to make themselves rich. What a group of men ha! Most of these people didn’t even finished the six grade. They were poorely educated and traveled in a pack. The gypsy’s always made themselves scares when dealing with the law. They looked upon the hired help to do there dirty work. I traveled with this group for two years before me and my husband decided to get out  of the clan. Getting out was a nightmare cause the gypsy’s were down in determine to keep you in their pack. It was a huge fight . I just couldn’t beleive my eyes. Leaving the gypsy’s was the best thing we ever did.