Sometimes, when you admit your faults out loud the world doesn't beat you up nearly as much as when you try and hide them.
Case in point, a gorgeous early morning this summer in the South. What started out as running my boat to get the gunk off the bottom turned into locking through to Lake Guntersville to raft up with friends. Miss He-Woman at the helm. On the trip back, I noticed my gas gage was acting funny. Port side fuel tank was reading low but we had just fueled up. Something's wrong with the gage...no big deal. Probably a loose wire.
Have you ever been running along in your boat when it just stops? Nausea and the shakes are your first reaction. Here we are in the middle of the Tennessee River with boat darting from the riverbank to the buoys and we're out of fuel. I think? Can't be. Thank goodness for men.
"Have you checked the fuel switches?" comes the male voice on the VHF radio. My sons onboard immediately jump to action and yes, indeed, our fuel switches are pulling from one tank. Feeling like an idiot as USCG Auxiliary vessels circle to tow me to the marina, we get RED ROVER started and we're back on course.
The embarassment of this moment isn't so bad when I can share it with you...and laugh about it hysterically. Yes, I'm told it will be a topic at future USCG Auxiliary safety courses in our area. So glad I can be entertainment on the water.