Welcome to Sleazebreeze

During our time in Airlie Beach we stayed at a camp site called Seabreeze, after a few days we found out why the locals name it Slezebreeze. Despite it's beautiful natural surroundings, it's the kind of park where mulleted black baggy t-shirt wearing women sit on the throne and light up a fag despite the bold font 1000 sign forbidding it. There are a few travellers but most of it's residents have made a home of Sleazebreeze for many months and swagger around it with the attitude and attire that one might in their own lounge. The 2nd night Chris was waiting for me to come out of the smoky toilet block (I made him come with me this time) when a (mulleted) hill billy started on him for standing quietly and waiting. This is how the conversation went:
Hill Billy: "Are you steelin food or somethin?" He says whilst reaching into one of the 50 year old fridges.
Chris: "Nope"
Hill Billy: "Well someone's been steelin' around here..stealin' food n things" His voice slightly louder.
Chris: "Alright" In a totally neutral way that says he's not going to get dragged into this.
Hill Billy stares at him for a minute with wild drugged up eyes and continues "I don't care how big you are I'll bust you up mate!"
Chris shrugs and says "Alright".
At this point I come out of the toilets (having heard the whole thing)at which the Hill Billy says a little softer (but not much) "I know your waiting for your lady friend (the penny drops that Chris's isn't just loitering without purpose) but there's weirdos hanging round"
At which Chris's reply is once more "Alright".
We walk off and that's the end of it luckerly.
Then in the middle of the night a campervan pulls up right up close to us, which I find suspicious. I hear a couple of french men talking and Chris notices that they keep going to the toilets, or so we thought. For the whole night I felt uneasy and couldn't sleep too well, I try to convince myself that the reason the french have turned up so late is to avoid paying the camp fees but I still feel odd and have a dark feeling.
When we wake up the next morning they have gone as I expected, but what I didn't notice straight away was that our coolbox and our body board which we had left outside has gone missing. We'd been robbed, and most likely but the French guys, the Hill Billy was right.
The rest of the day I thought about how much I wanted to nail the french guys and how low they where for stealing , yet alone from other travellers. We had a dull day waiting for the car to have repairs to pass it's MOT and loitering in Big W and Woolworths, and the hole day I bubbled away thinking about the french guys.
That evening Chris and I went looking for them in town, we searched every car park and some of the caravan parks but couldn't find them. That night I bobbie trapped some of our things so that if they came back for more I could catch them red handed. Fortunately or unfortunately they didn't come back. It's been 3 days since this happen and I'm slowly getting over it, but God help them if I ever see them again!
The moral of the story don't judge people by their haircuts, mulleted people aren't necessarily thiefs.