Wednesday Oct. 28
I probably shouldn't be writing this but I can't
believe that it actually happened!
The boat behind us was being moved out to the water. The
"boys" from Jersey came down to get it ready for "Ma" so
she can spend the winter at the dock in warmth and comfort rather than the
winter up north. These guys were hilarious although I'm sure they didn't mean
to be! They spent the whole three days talking to "Ma" as if she were
a mob mother. They were loud, and sounded almost like they were rehearing
lines. They bickered with each other and
complained about doing the work. One of them offered us a grand to paint the
boat. [We were painting our bottom at the time] They were pleasant enough and
funny although the "F" word surfaced once in a while. [They reminded
me of "The Goonies", but they reminded Rick of "Married to the
Mob"
On the second day while they were resting with all their
picnic stuff on the staircase of the monster boat beside them, the guy who
owned the boat came roaring up in his super-truck, leapt out and said,
"What the hell? Get that shit the
"F" off my stairs" [Rick helped him and the yard workers move
this staircase into place a few days before.]
They all jumped up and apologized all over the place. He
wandered around muttering, and one of the 'boys', Danny, tried to introduce the
family and explain that they didn't mean any harm; they were just trying to
stay cool.
Everybody wandered off and nothing more was said.
Yesterday, "Supertruck" came back and said
to us, "Ok if I unplug you and plug into the line?"
Rick hesitated and was trying to process what he
meant, and said, "Yeah, but I'm not sure my cords have enough power..."
The man said, "Well, then, how about I unplug you
and take my cord since the grey one is my cord anyway, and you won't have ANY
power?"
He stomped off [as much as you can stomp through a gravel pit] and
as he walked away, he said, "Are you staying on your boat?" I hollered
"Yes" right away. [Rick has a hearing/speed-processing problem
apparently]
He came back and said, "I'm running a low-voltage
fridge - that's all." He left.
We just looked at each other WTF?
Last night his mechanic from Massachusetts arrived and
along with another person [a marina upholsterer] he met on the bus, he went onto
this boat. The owner must have seen them arrive because he was right behind
them, scrambled up the staircase and said, "You", to the upholsterer,"
get the "F" off my boat!" and to the mechanic, "You have no
right bringing anyone on my boat. You're here to do job."
His truck sports a license plate that says POW - MIA
...too bad somebody found him! Sorry,
Dan, I probably shouldn't have said that but I have NEVER met anyone so arrogant,
rude, and just pain ignorant...and he has kids!! Can't imagine how they'll turn
out!!
I sure hope the mechanic is making
bazillion dollars 'cause I sure wouldn't work for him! And the next time he says something to us,
he's going to get an earful from me about his attitude.
SO... the dinghy motor prop is broken and not fixable.
We can buy a new one but first we need to see if our 30 year old motor is worth
fixing...that's Rick's job today, along with securing the bearings for the
drive unit.
I painted the back deck and got the non-skid on it
yesterday before it rained. Today we expect more rain so tomorrow we may go up to
St. Augustine to find the rest of the parts we need so we can GET OUT OF
HERE!!!
Oh yeah, and now that the boats behind and beside us
are gone the trains sound like they are coming through the boat at 2 a.m.; 3 a.m.; 4 a.m.!!
OK, enough ranting ... back to work. Just spent the
last 20 minutes trying to give Quentin an unbiased
history of unions after WWI up to present. ;)
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