Coldwater, Michigans public access site has 2 ramps divided by a dock. As we approached the ramp coming in from the lake, the left side had a 16-18 bow rider in the water. The right side was launching with 3 deep in line to go in, so being a considerate boater I waited for the crew on the left to vacate. Not So Fast. Two bimbos, and a Fat Rotweiller are in the process of loading a huge cooler which they just walked to the vessel from the boyfriends truck. They barely lift the enormous cooler in and now the boat s transom floating out (not tied off). The two genius bimbos successfully turn the boat completely around, transom to the ramp. The right side is launching swiftly, and we are now 20 minutes waiting. Now the Bozo that dropped off the bimbos arrives with a Flea Jet in tow, (Must have gone back to get it) and backs in the left ramp, further complicating this mess. A guy who pulled in after the original 3 waiting to launch when we arrived waves us in, and we gladly accept. We dock, I go get the trailer, back in and as I go to load the boat I see the Flea Jet Bozo, trying to jump starting the boat from the Flea Jet with his bimbos giggling and the tow still sitting there. The dump a$$ asks me if he can use my truck battery to start his boat???? Evidently the guy that waved us in was not interested in helping them. Either was I. RAMP RAGE! If my wife wasnt there, I think my answer would have included a large number of four-letter words that would have made a sailor blush.
