There is something magical about having a locker full of clean towels on a cruising boat. Not only does it mean that the laundry has probably been done recently – it means something far more important than that: It means that there hasn’t been a crisis recently.
The towels seem to come flying out during many boat crises – both large and small. It could be the refrigeration water filter gets clogged or perhaps there is a problem with the fresh water system. Or worse, there could be diesel or oil to clean up. Or, horrifically, there may have been a problem with the plumbing to the head or holding tank.
But having a locker full of clean towels – as I have right now – means that none of that has happened recently. Of course now whatever force in the universe that causes such problems knows I have a locker full of clean towels – and is plotting a way for me to use them.
The fuel dock at the Georgetown Yacht Harbor is an extremely convenient place – it is sitting out as a pier with the ability to dock for fuel on three sides. Apparently the hiring guidelines dictate that only cute young girls need to apply for the job as fuel dock attendant. Well, perhaps anyone can apply but it seems that only cute young girls are hired.
And that is a good and bad thing. It’s good because I’m a male and like almost all males, cute young girls are a good thing. It’s bad because the pump out station is also at the fuel dock. That means that all of the middle age men that come through, enjoying seeing a cute young girl, have to ask the cute young girl to pump out their holding tank.
I can picture the scene now:
50-something guy (thinking): Hey! A cute girl! Cool!
Cute dock attendant (grinning): Hi there!
50-something guy: Could I get three hundred gallons of diesel and a quick pump out?
Cute dock attendant (grinning): Sure thing! I’ll get it started right now!
The pump out hose gets attached and before you know it there is…. an odor. Nothing anyone can do about it – it’s a holding tank for crying out loud. But it sure is… odiferous.
50-something guy: Uh…yeah… We had guests over…. They weren’t healthy people… That’s it…. Sick guests… Nothing contagious, though!
Cute dock attendant (grinning / thinking): This is revolting!
50-something guy (thinking / covering his wedding ring): I wonder if she’d go out with me?
Cute dock attendant (grinning / thinking): I’m gonna throw up!
I wonder how many times a day that scene plays out?
As for full disclosure: I’m not a 50-something (yet) and, while the cute dock attendants are pretty cute, they aren’t THAT cute.
And finally, questions from readers. Actually, that’s not true – it’s a question from my mom and I don’t think she actually reads this. But she does ask the question frequently.
“What do you do all day?”
Good question, Mom! I can tell you that I’m busy as all get out – there is more to do than hours in the day to do it. As for what it is I actually do all day, the answer is:
“I don’t know.”
Seriously – I don’t know how the days go by. It could have something to do with my recent little concussion but I don’t think so. I honestly don’t know. Yesterday I wired something from the nav station to the cockpit – but that didn’t take all day. Today I dinghied to the fuel dock (the one with the cute but not THAT cute dock attendants) to pay my mooring fee but that only took a few minutes. I moved the holders for a danforth anchor at the bow – but that was quick and easy.
Of all the things mentioned, I’ve accounted for about an hour. I honestly don’t know what the hell happened to the rest of those two days. But I do know that I was busy. Busy as all get out.. Busy, busy, busy.
In fact, I have stuff to do. Make dinner or smelt an anchor or something. I have to go.
Busy, busy, busy. Bye!
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