I met this clown at a 7/11 once on the Cape in the late 80’s. My friend and I were at the register buying some Gatorade and stuff and I start hearing this huffing and puffing from the guy behind me. apparently we were taking to long to pay so I turn around to see who the assclown is and low and behold it’s the orange pumpkin himself, wearing a long white tee shirt, bathing suit and flip flops (lol) his beach bum look. He had a very young, sweet looking blonde with him. (A niece i’m sure, yea right) I asked him “whats your problem?” and walked away. I’m surprised he didn’t give me the “Do you know whow I am?” bit.
Frigging Dork.
Although paid, like a limo driver, the captain and crew relied heavily on the tips that customarily were given to them by their charter parties.
Between Kerry’s marriages, he, accompanied by a woman and another couple, boarded Cap’s vessel for a one-week charter cruise.
At the end of the week they left - - Kerry was the last off the yacht, didn’t tip a red cent and never even said thank you to the captain and crew — just walked down the dock finger and into the sunset.