tale. My little brother came to spend some free time with me, not long after he was out of college. I lived on my Ranger
33 at the time.
Well, being a sailor... and poor, I knew where the happy hours which served really good (FREE) food
So we went out to one of the bars on Shelter Island in San Diego
one night, as buying
Margarita's, entailed you to all of the Roast Beef you could eat. The thing is, he wasn't really a drinker (like almost not at all), but it seems that he Definitely liked their Raspberry Marg's. Had like maybe 3 of'em.
Well, we wander back to my boat to call it a night, & after having been laying down for all of maybe 5 minutes, he says (with a mild tone of panic Very evident in his voice).
"Andy, what's that sound".
"What sound?" I replied, having lived aboard for 6 months at least, already (ergo the being broke part).
"It sounds like we're being attacked by giant lobsters" - Much more panic in his voice now.
When I finally quit laughing, I said...
"It's tiny shrimp. They're like the size of a pea, & are eating the algae, etc. on the hull". After which I told him to chill out a bit on watching Science Fiction movies ;-)
Had a few other fun & interesting adventures on that visit. It was a good trip (in both senses of the word for him).