We Hope To Never Be In The Same Boat As Them

My husband and I own a mobile marine (boats) repair business. We do not have a shop; we repair boats dockside or in a person’s backyard.

We get a call late one night from one of our regulars, a nice man with a pretty big boat.

Regular: “Oh, hey [My Name]. I know you repair boats in the water or backyards, but umm… can you help with one on the side of the road?”

Me: “Oh, no. Are you broke down? We can do trailer repair.”

Regular: “Well, not exactly, trailer repair.”

Me: “Okay… what exactly do you need repaired?”

Regular: “Well, I was hauling it down to the sea, and about a hundred miles into the trip, a state trooper pulled me over and asked, “Sir, were you pulling a boat?””

Me: “Um… WERE?!”

Regular: “Yeah, so apparently it came off the trailer about twenty miles back, and I never realized it. It has a huge hole in the hull from where it hit the road at about fifty-five miles per hour. The upside is the State Trooper said he wouldn’t give me a ticket for littering.”

We were able to help get it back on the trailer and off the highway. It was a total loss, but no one was hurt, so he wasn’t too terribly upset.