Last night I heard all sorts of hollering and yelling in the marina so I came up. A boat was being brought in via Seatow, and a guy on the seawall seemed frantic, so I stepped up to help.
Seatow has brought in boats before. They were moving very slowly and carefully and did the job just right, but this guy on the seawall was hollering "I need a spotlight!"
Someone got a flashlight, and as he was at what would be the stern end, I stepped up to catch the bow line. The man who had decided he was charge of everything, including how Seatow brings a boat to a seawall, seemed to be a little tipsy.
All of a sudden he comes RUNNING across the wall shouting, "Out of my way ma'm -- I HAVE TO CATCH THAT LINE!" I don't know what he thought was going to happen if he, personally did not catch that line. Then he RACED down the wall to get the stern line. He tied the bow off badly and I gave it a little more slack.
That was when I realized how drunk he was. No lights near that seawall, and BIG cleats
that are easy to trip over when you're sober. He's lucky he didn't land in the water
wedged between that seawall and a sailboat being pushed by a Seatow vessel.
What is it with men
who think they have to do everything and that a female living in a marina doesn't know how to catch a line???
The poor captain
from Seatow was so frustrated with all the uproar. He looked at the guy and dryly said, "I've done this before." The drunk was muttering about his 24 years in the Coast Guard, but it didn't teach him how to stay calm in a NON-emergency.
That's just an extreme example of many instances I've seen where men
feel a great need, around boats, to take over for women. I came back from vacation
to find that the guy working on my boat had untied lines, moved lines, retied my boat (the marina people had to climb on during a storm and put it right when it was riding wildly from side to side in the slip after he "improved" it) and countless other things. I had left a 75' line tied to the mast
in case a hurricane
came in so they could spiderweb me. He didn't like it coiled on the cabin
top and flaked it at the bottom of a cross-brace wire -- where it really blocked my view when I had to move the boat today.
There was nothing wrong with where *anything* was that got moved or "adjusted."
I know I can't change the world. I'm just venting.