The worst day of my life was a July 4th about 4 or 5 years ago. I was hired to captain a 34' Sea Ray for the day for the owners' loud, fat, sloppy, drunk girlfriend and some of her friends. Biggest mistake! She wanted to go places down in "Stiltsville" that she had been previously, but in a small outboard boat. I tried to tell her that this boat needed a minimum of 3' 6" or we would be stuck on the sandbar. She busted my balls and embarrassed me mercilessly in front of her friends for hours.
Finally, the remark that made me blow my cork was: "Sorry everybody. Next time I'll hire a captain that knows how to drive a boat." I asked her exactly where she wanted to go, she pointed and I put that sucker so high and dry, I thought it would never float again. Some of her friends were really pissed, but not at me. They felt sorry for all the abuse I had taken for so many hours.
Anyway, a bunch of her friends called Towboat US and jumped ship while she was passed out. When she woke up we were still aground, it was dark and she was really mad. I just looked at her with a deadpan expression and said, "I went right where you wanted to go. I even showed you other boats that draw half of what we do and THEY were not moving." She said: "Why did you listen to me, you know I'm drunk".
Finally the tide came in enough for me to get the boat back in deep water. I docked that boat about 4:00 AM. No damage.
Dave
