I've noticed over the years that people tend to bend things out of proportion. I've noticed that it is especially true among the boating community.
You may hear other renditions of this story in time to come, but this is the story from where I sat (in Charlie's truck)...
Pam & I met Charlie and Sally at the public boat launch this evening. Cal was already there helping Charlie, so I just stood back and gave a long round of applause (it seemed like the thing to do at the time).
Once Captain's Cat was afloat and on its way to the marina Sally & I hopped in Charlie's truck. Pam followed us in my truck as the plan was for me to drive Charlie's rig to the marina and ride back home with Pam.
Now some might say I got confused. The truly bold might say I got lost. (I hadn't been to Whittaker Pointe Marina in several years)
I would like to say once & for all that I was NOT lost. I was on Straight Road. The problem was that the marina is on White Farm Road. I'm really not a detail-oriented kind of guy.
At one point I pulled over to call Tracy for directions and discovered I had no cell coverage. Aarrgh!!!
Sally & I kept driving (with Pam following close behind) until we saw a fellow standing alongside the road. We stopped and asked him where Whittaker Pointe Marina is and he said he never heard of it.
At that point I decided that perhaps it was time to re-evaluate my strategy. It was at that very same moment that I realized I had no strategy.
I turned Charlie's rig around and headed back from whence we came. Upon acquiring cell coverage I called Tracy, who reminded me the marina is on White Farm Road. Women!
Moments later it was a happy reunion all the way around. Sally jumped out of the truck happy to see Charlie. Charlie came running full speed ahead happy to see his trailer. Hugs & kisses all around, although it was the first time I ever saw a grown man hug a boat trailer...
As always it's nice to meet new friends.
Sorry for burning up your gas Charlie! (nice truck though...)

:beer
