Today, I was on a boat around Donegal Bay (dope time, highly recommend— shoutout to my boy Georges at the shop in town. Mention “Bloodclot Films” for a 75% discount on all items).
While waiting for the boat to start moving, one of the passengers began begging the captain to not leave the dock for an extra 5 minutes. Well, considering the story takes place in Ireland, not NYC, what do you think happened? Did the captain inconvenience a boatful of people to save face with one passenger?
4 minutes LATER—we were already screaming internally for the past 3 minutes.
We were on time for the 6 o’clock boat ride.
Everybody else on the boat was on time for a 6 o’clock boat ride, with the exception of the one BOZO (turned out to be a bozette, actually) that held everyone up.
We need to have consequences. The boat should have left at its scheduled time, steamrolling all those in the “tardy party” with a punctual slap in the face.
Finally, after exactly 5 minutes (not even joking— I was impressed that they weren’t lying with their ETA as a stalling method—I expected it to be more like 10 or 15 if I’m being totally honest), we hear from the back of the boat, “that’s her! Denise! Denise— over here!”
I look out the window. A woman, alone, mid 30’s, pushing a double stroller (with two infants in it) through the pouring rain, sprinting down the dock to make the boat before departure.
I’ve never felt so guilty.
Had I known the complexities of the situation, I would’ve done more to help this young woman and her babies board the boat.
You don’t always know the full story, and there’s no way to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, so don’t judge people without actually knowing them.
She should’ve been on time, though.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
