Today, my friend, Bill, came by and we headed out to Newport to do some Stripper fishing.
Came across a large horseshoe crab, floating dead in the water.
Though we didn't catch any Strippers we did have an exciting afternoon.
Three police vehicles pulled up to the pier, the officers got out and wandered down to Bill's car. One officers got back in his car and left. The two remaining officers started down the pier.
So, here is what had transpired:
Bill and I had set up our poles and we are fishing.
The pier has steps down to the water so people can get their fish out. People, also, use it to go for a swim.
I was getting something from the car, when a lady asked Bill to move our poles, so she could swim.
Now our poles and lines were nowhere near, nor, were they affecting other peoples ability to swim.
He pointed that out to her and she got pissed off.
Then I came back and she approached me. Unknowingly, I gave the same answer, now she is really pissed.
She hems and haws, strutting around.
Maybe, I am overly sensitive at this point because of all the crap that has been going on in this country.
I hate to describe the "lady", BUT, she was elderly and white, most likely feeling her "Newport Privilege".
Information: I am white and grew up upper middle class. I have attempted to respect every person for who they are as a "person", that being said, you may do something to cause me stop respecting you. I, also, lived in Newport for a couple of years.
Most everyone, else there was a person of color, I had the feeling that she wanted to strut her crap in front of everyone, because she could, and if we moved what would happen to the next person. Would they follow her ridiculous demand. I would say they might be concerned about "KAREN".
She goes swimming, or I should say, she treaded water, next to the stairs, never more than five feet away. The closest she ever came to our line was when she was on the pier asking us to move the poles.
We had been there for awhile and Bill goes off to take a pee. There is no place to go, so he ducks under the pier.
Awhile later, the lady and her companion leave.
Back to where I left off.
The Officers approach Bill and I.
One says to, Bill, that a "lady" had called and said we were blocking her ability to swim and refused to move.
I pointed to our poles and stated that they had been, where they were, and they in no way affected her ability to swim.
So then, the other officer says that she had said he, Bill, was drinking beer. As an after though he said, "I don't really give a Fuck".
So the first officer then states that, she said she saw, Bill, go under the pier and take a pee.
Bill gives the officer an "incredulous" look.
I, say, "No he didn't, but, I have to go really bad which is why we are packing up, and then ask him him if there is any place nearby"
He points to some kayaks down the way and says they may have a "Porta-Potty" from some construction work that was being done, or, I should find a secluded spot to go.
I ask if it is okay for me run, and he says; "Go". So, I take off.
Needless to say the "Porta-Potty" is no longer there. I am walking, block after block, looking for a secluded spot. Finally, I end up in some bushes by the bridge. Relief, AAAAHHHH.
I get back, the officers are gone, Bill has most of our stuff packed. We get the remaining items from the pier and drive back to my sister's house.
Yes, we did practice good social distancing, wore masks when required or any time there were too many people or someone got too close. Can't be too careful.
Stay tuned for the next adventure.
