So I'm going for a right and so's the dude to my right. Now, by all rights, I have the right of way on a right even though the other dude is closer. Actually, it's my wave because I get the longer ride. Surf rules are all about the ride.
So this dude actually pushes my board out of the way and goes left. OK, so he thought the wave was his, I get that. Even though the thing was closing out to the left even before he got all testosterone on me. Then he says it. Yells it actually.
"Get off my wave!"
Even though this guy was six inches taller, 70 pounds heavier and a Nicholson more angry than me, I followed him back and thought I'd ask.
"You said get off my wave?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, "that idiot didn't even see me. Dropped right in. I almost ran him over."
There is the whole world in microcosm, I thought. Guy goes the wrong way, pisses me off about it and is all pissed off about the guy who took his wave -- that he took from me.
There was so much wrong with that. So much wrong that I just paddled north and kept away from this guy who was a danger to himself and others. Then I had a bunch of great waves. Like the Universe wanted me to get them for being the big one and not explaining what cannot be explained to some people.
So I was rewarded with waves. Good on the Universe!
