In a recent post, The Talking Shit about a Pretty Sunset guy laments a bit about why people won't sail when invited. Recently, I was relegated to frisbee golf instead of sailing for heaven's sake.
But, I came up with a decent solution. People work for me. Monday to Friday, 9A to 5P I own their time. If only I could come up with some gimmick like "achieve record revenue this quarter and I take you sailing!". Something like that would be great.
I still only got a few takers but enough to have crew for the day and go out to see day 1 of the Star Worlds. Best part of this boss/employee relationship, you can make them wear the Pirate Hat:
And they will keep a good lookout:
This particular crew had one extremely redeeming quality when the wind started picking up. Can you say rail-meat?
They wouldn't hike like I asked them to after almost throwing BC off the boat during a tack. Apparently, my instructions of "scurry over to the new high side when the boom comes over" wasn't quite understandable. Combine his 6'5" 250+ pounds being on the new low side with the freshening breeze and I can tell you we were no longer sailing flat.
I ended up having to resort to my usual managerial ways, beat the living performance out of them with the hiking stick:
"Trim, damn you, trim!"