OK, one more good one. Couple of years back I went to a local state park one afternoon. There are three lakes. The main one has a two hole ramp, the other two are one holers. So I pull up to the loot of the big lake and undo the straps. About the time I got in the truck and got ready to go put in, up pulls a big suv and a big ole deep v-bottom walk through. He pulls right down in the middle of the ramp, taking both lanes out of action. So, I sit. And sit. And sit. And sit. After about fifteen minutes, I pulled forward to see what the hold up was. Yep. Still "loading up". Straps aren't ever off yet. 4 adult humans, still getting baskets and coolers out. I'm pretty ticked, but I figure screw it, I'll just go to one of the other lakes. It takes a couple of minutes to get there so I put the straps on again. Pull up and take the straps off. There's one truck in the lot. They're in a jon boat on the other side of the lake. That is, until they see me starting to back down the ramp. Here they come flying and heading right in the middle of the one hole ramp. I'm making the universal I don't understand signal. He's making gestures and yelling. She evidently has to pee. Why the couldn't utilize the dock to get her out to pee, I don't know. So, now I'm really ticked. I peel off up the ramp and head back to the original lake. Annnnd, they're still not in the water. I'm absolutely fuming. I consider getting out and helping them get their crap together, but they finally show signs of launching. Another several minutes and finally done. I watch in awe as the son runs the boat into the dock with the trolling motor. Of course he's broadside across the ramp so, still can't launch. Oh, and the dad takes ten minutes to park the truck and get back to the dock. 40-45 minutes after I had originally tried to launch, I got in the water. The fishing sucked and the gnats were horrible. They were on the water for a grand total of 30 minutes, so I gave them plenty of time to get loaded up so my head wouldn't explode. True story.