TwoBallScrewBall
Lieutenant Commander
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2003
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A friend of mine here at work asked "how was the fishing" since he knew I was supposed to go out sunday. Here is what I wrote back:<br /><br />RE: How was the fishing?<br /><br />Don't ask. Oh, you already did.<br /><br />Well first of all I pull into the gas station there (quick check where we went last weekend) to get gas before we go out and I pull around and up to a pump. I need to back up a little so I do, and then crunch. Some jackass in a little isuzu pickup pulled up behind me, and I stuck the prop into his bumper. Mashed it pretty good. Not a scratch on the boat. So we call the police and they make a report. Probably end up being my fault even though he’s the jackass that tried to squeeze into an occupied pump. <br /><br />So I finally get gas and get out on the water, with my brother in law. My 2 friends that were supposed to go and were asking me all week to go and promised they would go ended up going to a friends house in PA, getting trashed and spending the night there so I waited all morning for them and finally found out they weren’t around. You see how my day is going so far?<br /><br />When we got out there on the water I called wife to tell her boat was OK, but I got the answering machine, so I left a frantic message to the effect that “WE GOT HALF WAY OUT HERE AND THE MOTOR FELL OFF MUST HAVE BEEN DAMAGED AT GAS STATION CALL US IT'S ROUGH OUT WE'RE DRIFTING HELP” or something like that. Sure was funny when I left it…..<br /><br />She calls back 10 minutes later telling me I'm the jackass. <br /><br />Anyway, get on the water and it’s really rough. So we fish for a while and brother in law needs a lighter. We have no lighter. I don't smoke. So he calls a friend to meet him at the pier with a lighter. We pull up, get lighter, and get about 50 feet when he realizes that lighter is empty. So I called my wife (his sister) to bring him a lighter. Already in a good mood from the phone message. She gets there and he’s happy. So we then go across the bay near staten island. I get there and as soon as we stop the low oil alarm goes off. I check the tank and it's showing 16 ounces. No problem I’ll dump a gallon of oil in the tank. Sh!t. No oil. I bought 2 gallons but never put one on the boat. So I call wifey again, and ask her to bring a gallon of 2 stroke oil to the marina in Morgan we were near (about 5 miles from the house I'd say). She thinks I’m joking. I’m not. Damn Aesops Fables.... I talk her into it finally. So we make it to the marina with the low oil alarm blaring and tie up. Check tank and still 'plenty' of oil, plenty as in the motor didn't meltdown.... Wife gets lost. A couple calls and she makes it to the gas dock where we are. I get the oil. We went right home after that.<br /><br />Oh and Saturday I managed to bury a Phillips head bit on a cordless screwgun completely in my index finger. I was installing a big shelf over my TV I built, screwing it to the wall with 3” drywall screws, pushing on the drill with all my weight (had to do it lefty because of the angle) when the bit fell off the head and went right into my finger, spinning at full RPM. Best part was that the pain took that .005 seconds to kick in so the first thing I felt was the bit spinning against the bone in my finger, then the pain. Then more pain. Then some more pain. I’m typing with 7 fingers. <br /><br />Answer your question? How was your weekend?
