[QUOTE=Bayrunner;93162]Somewhere below us tugboaters.[/QUOTE]
I’m laughing my ass off (not really, no one can actually do THAT, can they?)
Well, I got a few rednecks in mind. 
" I’m a tugboat captain." …“so what do you catch?”
My “schedule” is even weirder than most. Unlikely my neighbors think I’m telling the truth especially when I come with a long beard and a tan.
The weirdest was back in my single days chasing skin…when the inevitable what do you do thing comes up they would always have no idea and move on assuming a lack of income. No idea how many missed out thinking I was broke. Good luck explaining a 12-6 watch to a 22 year old chick.
Yeah I “sleep” 12-16 hours a day but try explaining watching a radar repeater in your room or listening to engines and being responsible for it all no matter what. “but you’re off watch???!??”
[QUOTE=injunear;93164]I never thought about it before but that is the most accurate description of our business![/QUOTE]
Yeah, it was an off the cuff description I thought up as I was writing the post. I didn’t want to go so far and just call them untouchables without some sort of frame of reference. . . .
[QUOTE=z-drive;93172]" I’m a tugboat captain." …“so what do you catch?”
My “schedule” is even weirder than most. Unlikely my neighbors think I’m telling the truth especially when I come with a long beard and a tan.
The weirdest was back in my single days chasing skin…when the inevitable what do you do thing comes up they would always have no idea and move on assuming a lack of income. No idea how many missed out thinking I was broke. Good luck explaining a 12-6 watch to a 22 year old chick.
Yeah I “sleep” 12-16 hours a day but try explaining watching a radar repeater in your room or listening to engines and being responsible for it all no matter what. “but you’re off watch???!??”[/QUOTE]
Oh, man, exactly. When I was on the San Juan run, I used to come home to Lake Charles in the winter with a pretty good tan, even for an engineer. I was single and in my 20s and eventually just got tired of telling girls what I did for a living. When I moved to Ft. Lauderdale, when that quesition came up, I just told folks the truth. I sit in beach bars all day until the money runs out. . . .