This reminds me of my dad. When I bought my first boat(18ft outboard), I took him and his buddy on an excursion. They liked their beer, Michelob of course. Well into the day and buzzed, my dad is sitting on the edge in the back next to the motor.
I picked up my friend out of the water, towed in the ski rope and kneeboard. Without thinking, I gunned it to find a better location. Well, my dad flipped out of the rear holding two beers. I spun around looking for him but no where in sight. About 30 seconds later, he pops up and says “I saved the beer!”. He had both thumbs plugged in the holes