Most grief I've ever in the line-up on any of the Hawaiian Islands was from whitey telling me I couldn't handle the spot at 6 ft and it looked like I didn't belong there. It was apparent he was trying to establish that he belonged there and I didn't. Says some other stuff, but I just tuned him out since I was happy with taking the waves that went wide from the peak and that he could compete with the only other surfer at the main peak.
He then paddled to the other surfer and asked who her father was and where she lived. She said something like "How would you know my father?" Then gestured to the island when explaining where she lived. (Earlier it had just been she and I surfing there. She and I had spoken for a while earlier about the fish on the reef, how the swell had dropped from yesterday, he time living in California while attending university, etc., just small talk and being politely friendly.)
The three of us were joined by another surfer, who gave me a glare as he made his way up the reef. After talking to the other surfer, he then paddles over to whitey, gestures, and in goes whitey. Those two stay at the top of the reef, I stay further down the line, on the boil that 50% of the time shuts down the better ride. Figure it is best for me to get used to the clear water over the shallow reef on the borrowed board (thanks, PPK) on the 'B' wave before I go for the 'A' wave....the 'B' being much better than what I surf most of the time, I had zero problems with this set up.]
Time goes on, and after one particularly good set and long rides, the male and female surfers are paddling back up the reef, when the last (?) wave of the set swings wide which means I get a shot, and I make the best of it with small cover-up and clean kick out. This gets me a nod of appreciation from the male and a grin from the woman.
After about 2 hours or so, see some more people starting to paddle out, and it is time to go after one more wave. Not a long wait, and I end up taking a wave that shut down at the boil (from 'A' wave perspective) and get another quick/small cover-up and zippy kick-out, then long paddle in. Gets some smiles on the way in, probably due to me leaving, but I like to pretend my extremely minor display of nuanced surfing combined with my ever so fine office wetsuit pallor was that perfect juxtaposition that deserved a smile.