I saw the howler monkey research
. Connecting it to this discussion was priceless!!
OK, blowhard story: I'm hanging out at a town dock in Maine
, catching lines and chatting with folks coming and going. Heading directly toward the face dock at 6-7 knots is a gleaming 45-50 foot sailboat. Crew member
on the bow making lines ready, another setting the fenders. Skipper
at the helm barking orders in a rather nasty tone.
A couple of hundred feet from the dock, the skipper
(I won't call him Captain) leaves the helm - still in gear
- to go up the rail and berate a crew member
for getting his monogrammed fender
covers wet. He barely gets back in time to swing around without hitting the dock.
Now the orders (and oaths) are flying fast and furious. The crew member on the bow manages to get her line over to me. Holding the bitter end, I decide it would be best to wait for instructions, rather than assume anything and face the wrath of this skipper.
I don't really recall
how far along I'd got in making up the line before it was my turn on the receiving end of the verbal abuse. I dropped the line and silently walked back to my boat, where I didn't have a line-of-sight to the rest of the festivities.
I could, however, see the parking lot, and the cab that appeared about 20 minutes later to take away the two crew members. I can only guess as to why.
I've never looked at monogrammed fender
covers the same way since that day.
There's actually more to that story, involving a discussion the skipper and I had later over the correct way I should secure my lines. Well, maybe discussion is not the right word in that it implies two-way communication. Suffice it to say I finally had to raise my voice to his level to remind him that it's my boat, my lines, and I'll be tying them my way.