It has occured to me over the last 4 days that the boatyard my boat is
stored at is UNFRIENDLY.

I haven't seen a smile in days. Bunch of grumpy old jerks.

The lineup: one English guy with a huge Cheoy Lee. I've nicknamed him "The
English Patient".

I yell over "good morning, beautiful day" ... nothing. He doesn't even
acknowledge I've spoken.

Then there are the "old men of the sea". They are all retired, have nothing
to do but goof on their boats.

You'd think they would be friendly .......... nope. Bunch of geezers with
bad attitudes.

Yesterday I needed someone to hold a screwdriver while I turned a bolt from
below. A 3 minute job.
Well, it took me almost 2 hours to find a friendly boater. And she was just
stopping by to see her boat before
leaving for a trip.

I thought boating was suppose to be fun. Happy. Spending time working on
the old yacht.

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Today I am retaliating. If they think going around with big sour pusses is
ok, then they are going to indure some
very loud, fun, happy music. I have loaded up with Jimmy Buffet, Bob
Marley, Beach Boys, .. etc. The boombox is
packed and ready.

When "The English Patient" calls over "could you turn that ..." .. "What"?
"What"? .... "Are you talking to me" ?

"turn it up, you like it"?

That sonofabitch is going back to Limey land if I have my way. He will be
spitting up fish and chips. His crumpet will be turning into bad gas. "Top
of the day" I will yell over "Ba Ba BA ... Ba BA Barbara Ann ... "

"One love ,," ..

"stepped on a pop top.. "


Revenge ...