|That face is staring at me|
“An army marches on its stomach”--- Napoleon Bonaparte
So does a tugboat.
A chief engineer I once worked with, not quite as eloquent as Napoleon, once said, “This ain’t no F@#king camping trip.”
Grub, and grub shopping, are an integral part of a happy crew.
We usually try to go shopping just before we crew change to get on the boat. However, our fearless leader decided he was going to get an eye infection on his time off, so he couldn’t come back to work. Which leads to a whole host of issues.
|Just get the essentials|
First and foremost, it means we get to work with TPWSNBN.
But it also means that all of the money we have to spend on grub is at his house with him and not with us.
Not to be caught without a fresh supply of milk and eggs on the boat we did a quick and inexpensive grub shop in record time. Needless to say, we didn’t get everything we wanted/needed the first time around. So we went grub shopping a few days into the hitch to refill our coffers and refresh our supply.
With seven different guys on the boat (eight this time), we all have our own little specialty items that we like to get for grub.
I happen to like 1% milk.
The 2nd mate likes Feta cheese.
The engineer wanted Jell-o because he just got his wisdom teeth pulled out.
And we all have decided that Walmart makes a pretty good pre-made pizza.
|Good to go for another week|
Because we don’t want to forget anything,we have a grub list on the computer that we print out every time we go shopping. To this, we can add (sudden craving for Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough?) or subtract anything that we have too much of (think Ricotta cheese).
Since TPWSNBN was working over for our fallen leader he had a need to resupply his body wash. So on the list it went.
Now, when dealing with anything that involves men, the Devil is in the details. You just can’t write down “body wash” no more than you can just write down “screws”.
Is it Phillips head screws?
#8 or #6?
Wood or sheet metal?
“Body wash” just isn’t going to cut the mustard? We need details, damn it!
So the deckhand, being the good deckhand he is, called the boat from the grub store to make sure he was going to get the correct body wash.
I now present you with a transcript of the voicemail message that he left:
What type of, I guess, flavor of Olay body wash do you want?
Ultra Moisture with Shea Butter?
I don’t know. There’s a lot.
Give me a call. Bye.
|Subtle advertising for a different gender?|
Clearly, there was a break down in communication.
First of all, It’s a tugboat! We get dirty. We get sweaty. We smell like diesel oil.
My wife refers to the particular aroma as, “You smell like boat.”
Which I take as a compliment.
Secondly, we use soap!
We don’t use body wash.
And we definitely don’t use Olay body wash that smells like a meadow of flowers after a fresh spring rainfall.
It makes the boat smell like a French whore house. And not in a good way.
On the plus side, it’s “hump day”. Halfway through the hitch. The boat is, once again, back to a seven man crew. It can only get better from here. I hope.