Early 60's loud-mouth entitled ass runs his boat into the courtesy dock, ahead of the "line" of boats waiting to use same. The reason there's a "line" waiting is because it's a bit lumpy getting in/out. Loud-mouth runs it in at an odd angle, hollers at at least 2 boats who kind of pin him in. He misses the dock while swinging the bow twice. On the 3rd try, he hammers reverse as his partner steps out and partner goes in the drink. Loudmouth puts boat in neutral, drifts up over top of fishing partner, bonks the dock, partner pushes the bow out of the way and there's a full-on grumpy old man argument. Wet guy goes to get the truck/trailer. Loud-mouth parks his boat such that both lanes of the double-wide ramp are blocked while he's waiting. Wet guy couldn't back up a Radio Flyer by hand, much less a boat trailer with a pickup. It looks like the trailer is magnetically repelled by water or something. Every time he gets it close, he jackknifes it like he's trying to keep the tires dry. Loud-mouth in the boat is screaming his fool head off. Poor wet trailer non-backer-upper gets out and with a couple more guys jerks the trailer kinda straight and gets it wet enough to get loud-mouth's boat on. Loud-mouth is loud-mouthing and wet non-backer-upper dude proceeds to pull the boat out and drag the skeg halfway from the ramp to the cleaning station @ Graham's Island before loud-mouth gets loud enough to make him stop.
I was laughing myself to tears so I left and didn't get to see the aftermath of the freshly ground skeg.