We had quite an event while boarding the ferry on the way home today. Two cars were at the houses, not at the ferry and we passed them and boarded the ferry. One of the drivers for the cars at the houses went berserk. It seems he felt he was first in line, even though he wasn’t in line… He seemed drunk, he was definitely pissed, so angry he was stuttering. He boarded the ferry and proceded to guard the rope we pull across and proclaim he was first to the laughing crowd. The laughing didn’t help and he got in our drivers face when he was trying to set up the ferry for the crossing.
Now our driver was pissed and the rest of the 20 minutes of arguing and dismantling of the ferry, so it couldn’t cross. It was all about pride and who was first, aka who had to back down. The angry drivers passengers tried to convince our driver to pull off the ferry and let them go. I stayed out of it due to the high levels of tension. We eventually pulled ourselves across by using the cable that the ferry is normally tied to, the angry driver had unattached the ferry from the cable…
Once we got across, with the angry driver on the ferry with us, we exited and everything was fine! Once we landed the car on ground the angry driver seemed fine, and was trying to befriend our driver. At this point our driver was too pissed to listen so it was pretty humorous to see the initiator trying to persuade our driver they were friends. I am guessing there was something deeper going on, since the two drivers knew each other.
It was classic screaming fit angry and best friends an hour later.