September 18, 2004 - Runnin' from Ivan & Surprise Surprise
Our company recently opened a division in Raleigh, North Carolina, and my boss and I made a one week visit to the new operation.
This was my first time in NC, and I had hoped we coulda visited Hatteras, but NOOOOOO, we gotta work all day, every day.
Of course, something always happens to spice-up my life, and the visit to Raleigh was no exception.
Hurricane Ivan visited the East Coast, via the Gulf Coast.
Actually, we bailed out of Dodge about 4 hours before Ivan started his journey into the Carolinas, whew!
The flight back to San Diego was easy, with only a bit of bump along the way -
Wanker had left a number of messages about how good the surf was at The Shores while I was gone, so I was anxious to get back into the water, especially since we were again, post Labor Day -
The first thing I noticed on Friday morning at The Shores, was that the Shallow South Enders were now parking in the middle of the lot, rather than at the far southern end - great, more kooks - at the north end -
"Jeeze BA, you're even more of a gas bag now, than before you went on your stupid biz trip - get to the point!"
A little history:
The South Enders have been crying for about 2 years that I've been calling them all sorts of nasty names - something like:
"You effing kooks, hang on to your boards, if I can hold mine, you gotta be able to hold yours!"
"You effing kooks, you gotta look before you take-off!"
"You effing kooks, why in the F are you paddling-out right thru the break?"
"You effing kooks, the next time you sit on the shoulder of a perfect left, and you go right, I'm gonna rip your arms off!"
and bla bla bla -
Anyway - Comstock gave me a drawing, that one of the South Enders had given him [below]
The Rules [courtesy of The South Enders]
The South Enders are now passing-out "The Rules!"
I don't know who drew the cartoon - and I did a terrible job trying to scan and cut and paste the work, but what the heck - you get the idea - and even better, I think they are starting to get it - maybe they can pass The Rules down to the next batch of Shores Kooks -
BUT -
Before I get too over confident about the effectiveness of my 2 years of yelling - I think I better wait until I surf The Shores again - if one of them hacks me or bails his board, I think I might have to tattoo The Rules, courtesy of one of their own, on to their forehead(s).