My cruising buddy, Captain Bill, is often quite the prankster, kidding around and playing jokes on me. Sometimes the joke is on him. In this case, our two boats, Defiant and Angel, were hauled out at a DIY boatyard. The aged hose we were sharing had other ideas and, being the nosy/busy writer, I recorded every funny and not so funny moment. Here is another clip from the book, Sail With Me, which can be found at this link

....Frustrated by the day's direction, I plopped the hose in Bill's palm and an unintended burst of water sprayed his shirt.
"Hey! Why'd you squirt me for?" Bill said.
"Sorry, it just went off," I explained, sincere. "The trigger's touchy, you have to-" Before I finished, Bill squirted himself in the head.
"Geez!" He blurted, "The handle sticks." He turned and when he tried to spray Defiant, no water came out. "Well f*** me," Bill muttered, flinging the hose on the ground in disgust. It bounced on its handle and cold water geysered into Bill's forehead with enough force to push his hat backwards.
"Son of a-," He kicked the hose and the water stopped. By now, I was the one who was laughing hysterically. Not amused, Bill stalked away, leaving a wet trail and a vociferous string of curse words only his Irish heritage could conjure up. His wet shoe prints went straight to the nearest pub. I followed.
Sitting at the tiny bar, we settled down with draft beers. A television caught Bill's eye. He was so focused on the flickering screen that he didn't notice the bartender helpfully topping off his low beer level. Consequently, when Bill grabbed the mug, he poured the unexpected excess down his shirt. Indignant, he sputtered, cussed and slouched over the bar in dripping resignation.
"The universe just wants me to be wet," he announced woefully.

(from the book, Sail With Me)
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