Well when I drag the porta-potty out, even my crew disappears and they are the ones who use it. They never tipped me once. I guess that's why the skipper spends his time on the poop deck.
Yep, too much help. Our shifter cable broke as we pulled out of the slip and two days later when we arrived in Moss Landing (shifting when needed reaching over the running engine to access the transmission) we came into the side tie dock a bit hot and knew we would not be able to back down quickly. However my wife and I were prepared with a mid ship spring line. She was standing by over the engine compartment awaiting instructions. Just drop the eye over the cleat and the boat would stop before hitting the piling. I knew I could reach it, but the fellow yacht club member said he would do it. With trepidation I let him have the end and pointed to the cleat. Oh no, "I've got you" and proceeded to dig his heels into the dock and hold the line for dear life. A person should be able to bring a 12,000 pound boat from a knot to a stop, right? The piling came up fast and I cranked the wheel to port. Did he let us go? Nope. And since we wouldn't shift into gear to avoid grinding him up, we promptly ran aground 10 feet away from the dock. Elkhorn Yacht Club has the Order of the Mud Hens for their members who fall in the water at the dock. Now they have an honorary member from the Oakland Yacht Club. My wife and I prefer to dock our own boat because at least we know what to expect of each other. For those who are graduates of some of the sailing schools around here, I think they should get their money back. We had a really good instructor back in the day in Punta Gorda.Sometimes "help" just ain't so good. I am much more appreciative of folks who just let me dock my own boat.