We had a block of 10 pitches in two rows. At the gate, they sent us to the wrong end
Then the chap who almost knew what he was doing put us where Wishy & NoPanic were
Then another one turned up with a map, and someone finally agreed with me (I had the map) that we should be in the next two rows.
Then someone else appeared, and tried to move us another couple of rows, but by then we had all developed the phu cough
Then the chap with the map came back and asked us to move down one, as we were on the track parallel to the airport fence, and we'd worked that out by then.
Then somebody else came along and suggested we might like to move, and he was soon persuaded that he ought to move instead.
This was Monday afternoon and Tuesday. We helped quite a few groups on Wednesday, and by Thursday they'd clearly lost the plot and given up. Thank god they don't run a brewery