"We're close! Up an at 'em!"

I was in the top bunk, and Doc was below me. As I got out, I slipped and landed on top of Doc and we both landed in a heap on deck.

We both grabbed the same pair of pants and pulled a real Laurel ad Hardy, both trying to put the same pair on. He figured out they were mine, smacked me, removed his leg and I stuffed my leg into the pantleg.

Only to find they were on backwards.

So I said, WTF, and buttoned them and headed to the galley to eat.

3 1/2 minutes  and 6 eggs, a bowl of grits laced with maple syrup, a mountain of hash browns, a couple slabs of ham, a couple pancakes and a quart of OJ later, I put my raingear on

Everyone had seen my pants, nobody commented. On went the raingear and out on deck I went.

Sometime after a while, I found time to turn my pants around. Nobody commented.

Four days later, as we were loaded and headed to port to deliver our fish, I was up relieving Doc, who was on wheel watch. I took over and started steering.

"Something to be said for having a job where nobody cares if you show up with your pants on backward, isn't there?"

I grinned.

Years later, I think there really IS something to be said for that.

wtf.

figured I'd todss this out again.

Quoted: "We're close! Up an at 'em!" I was in the top bunk, and Doc was below me. As I got out, I slipped and landed on top of Doc and we both landed in a heap on deck. We both grabbed the same pair of pants and pulled a real Laurel ad Hardy, both trying to put the same pair on. He figured out they were mine, smacked me, removed his leg and I stuffed my leg into the pantleg. Only to find they were on backwards. So I said, WTF, and buttoned them and headed to the galley to eat. 3 1/2 minutes  and 6 eggs, a bowl of grits laced with maple syrup, a mountain of hash browns, a couple slabs of ham, a couple pancakes and a quart of OJ later, I put my raingear on Everyone had seen my pants, nobody commented. On went the raingear and out on deck I went. Sometime after a while, I found time to turn my pants around. Nobody commented. Four days later, as we were loaded and headed to port to deliver our fish, I was up relieving Doc. "Something to be said for having a job where nobody cares if you show up with your pants on backward, isn't there?" I grinned. Years later, I think there really IS something to be said for that.

Sailor talk I assume.

Quoted: "Something to be said for having a job where nobody cares if you show up with your pants on backward, isn't there?" I grinned. Years later, I think there really IS something to be said for that.

As a doc, I wear shirt and tie, white coat and everything is perfectly ironed.  It would be nice to go into work in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

What kind of fish?  I absolutely love fishing over almost everything else.

Quoted: What kind of fish?  I absolutely love fishing over almost everything else.

IIRC, we were fishing Black Cod (sablefish) at the time. I took the job NOT to fish sablefish, but to fish Halibut. The Black Cod fishing was just a profitable fill-in between Halibut openings.

A case of taking the shit with the sugar.