Blue Sparkle
Contributor
That reminds me of a one-time-only peeve: We were on a six-pack boat. It's a comfortable boat, with two benches where three people can sit on each side, under the hard top (captain is on flying bridge and there is really no seating by the tanks/gear). There were five of us on the boat that day: My buddy and I, and a group of three together, who had cameras with attached strobes.
My buddy and I had stowed our gear bags under the shorter, port bench, and tucked our water bottles at the back (gap between cushion and hull), and we were aft, securing our rigs prior to departing. The group of three took the starboard bench for themselves, and then laid their cameras out on the port bench, leaving us no-place to sit for the 20-30 minute ride out to the reef. Erm.. thanks.
Same thing happened on the way back, but they I asked if they could move them so I could sit down, which they did, pleasantly. But what were they thinking on the way out? With only the five of us on the boat, and the two benches.... did they not notice there was no THIRD bench?!
This sort of thing always reminds me of a scene from a television show that was on some years ago, called "Six Feet Under." The daughter was a rather unique, feisty gal who drove an ex-hearse. One day she got in her car and prepared to exit the family driveway. Her brother(s) and maybe some of their friends were just obliviously chatting away, blocking the driveway exit. She began rolling forward and honking the horn, shouting out, "Hello!?, I Exist!"
My buddy and I had stowed our gear bags under the shorter, port bench, and tucked our water bottles at the back (gap between cushion and hull), and we were aft, securing our rigs prior to departing. The group of three took the starboard bench for themselves, and then laid their cameras out on the port bench, leaving us no-place to sit for the 20-30 minute ride out to the reef. Erm.. thanks.
Same thing happened on the way back, but they I asked if they could move them so I could sit down, which they did, pleasantly. But what were they thinking on the way out? With only the five of us on the boat, and the two benches.... did they not notice there was no THIRD bench?!
This sort of thing always reminds me of a scene from a television show that was on some years ago, called "Six Feet Under." The daughter was a rather unique, feisty gal who drove an ex-hearse. One day she got in her car and prepared to exit the family driveway. Her brother(s) and maybe some of their friends were just obliviously chatting away, blocking the driveway exit. She began rolling forward and honking the horn, shouting out, "Hello!?, I Exist!"