THE FERRY RIDE OF LIFE

My last post, before my incredibly cute grandson pic, was about riding the ferry to and from work.  I would like to take a moment to wax poetic about certain behaviors that riders of the ferry exhibit that might parallel some life misunderstandings they might hold.

I have to warn you that if you object to the word "shit," this isn't the post for you. I don't consider myself a writer; I like to observe and then tell a story.  Occasionally the story will involve a situation or two that can only be expressed with an off color word.  What can I say, "shit happens."

Feeding the birds on the ferry is done daily.  The captain of the ferry always booms out "feed the birds from the back of the boat only!"  This usually comes about 5 minutes after the ferry is underway and the ferry "rules' have been announced via a recorded message. Of course, one of the rules is "feed the birds from the back of the boat.

Where the back of the boat is, is probably questionable. Iif you are on the observation deck, which you walk up a set of stairs to get to and are now above the cars, the back of that deck that you might feed birds from puts the car below in peril.  Here is where our story gets kinda shitty.

The first warning shots of impending doom on my windshield.

There was a car in front of mine getting "bombed" big time.  I was getting bombed but not quite as badly. The culprit on the observation deck was a child.  I know this because I could barely see the top of his head as the pieces of bread shot up and the gulls gathered.

The man in the car in front of me was standing outside his car screaming up at the observation deck, "the birds are shitting on my car!"  He ranted and raved for a good five minutes to no avail.  He then, gets back in his car but continues yelling up at the deck outside the window.  Have you ever ridden a ferry?  They are loud!  The engine is running, the birds are squawking, and the children are probably laughing.  In short, they can't hear a word the maniac on the car deck is yelling.  In addition to this plethora of craziness...they might not even understand English.  Galveston is a tourist destination for many from around the world.

You can see the drops on the car in front...maniac man was still inside at this point.  

I watch the scene with interest..  How many times have I in my lifetime just been sure someone was ignoring my rant only to find out later, they had no idea I was ranting?  How many times in my work life have I been accused of ignoring something another ranter was sure I had every detail on?  How many times have I just been clueless?  Lemme tell ya...it is a lot.

My twice daily ferry rides are teaching me great lessons.  As, on the ferry in the bay, on the ferry ride of
life when you see this many birds, buckle up buttercup, things may get a little shitty.

OK, enough!