Feb 212014
 

I really had to post this one. The sheer infantile stupidity ranks it up right up there near the top. Ready? Here we go…

I don’t have a fridge on the boat, just an ice chest. So every few days or so I have to bring in a bag of ice. A fridge would be more better but finances have not afforded me that luxury. Anyways, to get ice I have several options.

The Tom Thumb has 8 pound bags for $2. Buy 2 get 1 free. Difficulty: I can’t carry 3 bags at once.

The vending machine. Right around the corner from said Tom Thumb. 16 lb. bag for $2. Best deal on the island. I can barely fit a bag in the backpack but it’s doable. Difficulty: The owner of said vending machine changed and the majority of the time the machine is down. You have no idea how happy I am to trudge down Crack St. & Whore Ave. only to find I can’t get ice.

Then there is the marina of infinite despair. They sell ice right here. I can see the coolers from my boat. $3 for 10 lbs. and $5 for 20 lbs. Difficulty: Therein lies the story.

When I am tired and don’t feel like doing battle with the local urban outdoorsman, or the vending machine is down, I will partake of the frozen water choices of this establishment. I don’t like to. I’d rather not give money to he who shall not be named, but it is convenient. I know it’s more expensive because my neighbor reminds me every time he sees me with another bag.

“You know that ice is expensive.”

“Yes, I know. Thanks so much for reminding me.”

Anyways, about 4 weeks ago, I know this to be a fact because I was informed of this transgression by one of the marina worker bees, I decided to splurge and go for the 20 lb. bag. Live your dreams, ya know. So I went to the office, gave said worker bee a fiver, and went out to fetch the ice.

Well, lo and behold, they were out of 20 lb. bags. All the coolers were locked other than the one with the 10 lb. bags. So, I did what anyone with a remedial education in simple arithmetic would do, I took 2 10 lb. bags. After all, 10 + 10….well you can guess what happened.

Sure enough, I went in today to grab a 10 lb. bag and sure enough, the worker bee gave me a dressing down. 20 lbs. is $5, 2 10 lbs are $6. I calmly explained that there were no 20 lb. bags, all the other coolers were locked, but he gave me that condescending smile that a person gives you when they don’t believe you. The type of condescending smile that I’ve been getting a lot of lately around here and if I don’t watch myself, one of those condescending smiles is going to get slapped clean off someone’s face. Good thing I don’t drink no more.

I’m guessing that he expected me to fork over an extra dollar for the unpaid ice. He was disappointed if he was. Not happening. I’m sure he will report this vile sin to management and someone higher up may bitch at me. Bitch once, okay. Bitch twice, you are nagging. 3 times? You made an enemy.

I am sure that the pricing structure for different size frozen H2O products is such that you get a better deal if you buy a bigger bag. But if I pay for 20 lbs. of ice, I’m getting 20 lbs. of ice. And it don’t make a damn difference to me if it’s 1 big bag or 2 smaller bags. To actually bitch someone out over a dollar, especially when this marina has destroyed all the revenue streams it had going before HWSNBN took over is petty and juvenile.

I blame the corporate mentality. The worker bee, and to honest he’s a nice guy, one of the holdovers from the previous regime, is doing his little job. He has no doubt been trained to account for every penny, track the inventory, and do the bidding of the corporate masters.

2 little bags of ice vs. 1 big bag ain’t gonna make a difference to anyone. Although I did point out that the shortfall may be why the internet bill wasn’t paid. The worker bee laughed, and I walked out to fetch my ice. They still ain’t gittin’ the dollar.

Capt. Fritter

I did confirm with the other marina that I want to move there this Spring. Can’t wait to get out of here.

  4 Responses to “Living Aboard: 10 + 10 = 6…”

  1. way to go capt.
    get outta there.
    YAY.

  2. Forget the marinas! finish outfitting the spirit and live on the hook like a real sailor – cheap and free!

    • The way I felt this morning I was ready to sell this boat to first idiot to walk by.
      C. F.

      • Just a quick follow up, it seems that 3 other people in the marina have been struck down by the same illness that has sidelined me the past couple of days. Rumor is that somebody flew in on a plane from Texas sitting next to a sick person, and they in turn got sick.
        I’ve seen this movie before. It does not end well.
        C. F.