My vote for transient? Cricket Cove Marina in Little River, S.C.
I ran in late one night, dead dark, unfamiliar ditch, and we called ahead, BIG time needing to shut down for the night. Brad the dock master stood on the end of the dock and had me flash my mastheads for I.D., he flashed his flashlight intermittently and we hit it. He lashed the boat, plugged us in, had a G.C. that we virtually stepped into right off the boat for the ride to the parking lot. Took us to a hotel, and even waited to make sure we checked in all right.
He told us to call him in the morning for a ride, and the group discussed a taxi. I decided the man might be insulted if we did that so we called Brad back. He was in the damn parking lot before we got our bags out of the room. Same trip back to the boat by golf cart, and he would have no other way except to fuel the boat, and filled the water tanks. My lord, we were treated like royalty.
We spent a little in their store, but between that and the pitifully small fuel bill, (we sail the boat, the engine is a convenience), so there was no way that offset the service. We tipped him both ways a FAT tip, as sailors should. I ain't talking 20 or 40 bucks either. We do this partly to keep a good name for sail boaters, because most of you know how we are sometimes maligned as being cheap. Remember that.
It was hands down the finest stop we have ever made. And folks I have been in a lot of marinas.
(And please again remember to take care of a good dock hand. Five dollar tips are partly why we are treated as gypsies!!