I have a habit in the late fall (on nice days) to ride the motorcycle to a local boat ramp and have lunch on the dock (no ones there and it's great secenery).<br /><br /> Well one day I rode there (in full leathers as it was cool) and was eating a burger when a (nice, new) landcruiser pulls up towing a nice (fairly new) boat. This guy (who by his dress and attitude is a "yuppie"), goes about preping for launch (trying his best not to even get a toe wet). He unloads the boat while his wife sits in the truck (via his order). He walks the boat down the dock (holding a bow line) till the come to a pole that he needs to walk the rope around to get to the cleat... I offer to help (I'm on the other side of the pole and even hold my hand out to recieve the rope) He states "I'VE GOT IT!!!" so I move out of the way... As he is passing the rope to himself, a strong breeze comes up and pushes the boat away from the dock (far and fast) (along with the rope he was holding on to). He looks around, cusses, jumps into the water and swims to his boat. He gets in the boat and reaches into his pocket for the keys..... Not there, They are at the lake bottom.<br /> He swims the boat back to the dock (I again offer to help with the boat and he blows me off). He loads the boat (he is a pretty shade of blue about this time) cusses his wife, gets into the (nice) vechicle DRIPPING wet (he didn't even have a towel in the car)and flies out of there.<br /><br /> I thought it kinda poetic considering his attitude and poor planning.
