I hate to see men who get their wives to crew for them and then holler at them. really embarassing.
Absolute worst is the asshole stinkpotters yelling at their dockline weilding wives, because they are clueless as to how to drive the boat up to the dock.
no no, see thats the beauty of the cranston navy... no sympathy for a man with bowthrusters
Ernesto from the stern: So you just think lovely, happy thoughts and up you go?
Bowman Peter: Yes, but first I must blow fairy dust on you!
Ernesto: Sailing, Flowers.... Candy!
Peter: No no! Lovelier thoughts Ernesto!