Like most places, Cozumel DMs are usually fanatic about checking gas pressures of the divers in their groups. This is a tad off topic, but I hope it will be tolerated for its supposed level of amusement.
I had suffered a serious injury that kept me out of diving for a while. My trip to Cozumel would be my first real diving after my recovery. I wanted to do some serious dives, but I wanted to make sure I was up to it physically. I contacted an operator who does mixed trips of recreational and technical divers. I scheduled a couple of days of deep dives, up to 300 feet, but to be sure I was physically ready, I scheduled some workup dives before them. On the day before the first technical dive, I did a recreational dive day wearing the full set of gear I would need for the technical dives. The DM was fully briefed as to why I was geared that way. The dive featured a DM, two recreational divers, and me. During the briefing, I made sure all were aware of my situation, and I told them not to be concerned when they saw me practicing emergency skills like shutting my tank valves off, turning them on, switching gases, etc. I would let them know if I really needed help.
So we went on the dive, and I did a lot of practicing as planned. Eventually the DM turned and signaled to one of the divers to tell him how much gas he had. The diver complied. The second diver did the same. Then he turned to me with the same signal. I first responded with a look that said, "You've got to be kidding me!" He repeated the signal emphatically, though, so I pointed at each of my tanks in turn, telling him how much gas was in each. At that point in the dive I had a little more total gas than the three of them had combined when they started the dive. He gave me a puzzled look for a minute, as if he was processing all that information, and then had a sheepish "Oh, yeah" look.
He never asked me again.
I had suffered a serious injury that kept me out of diving for a while. My trip to Cozumel would be my first real diving after my recovery. I wanted to do some serious dives, but I wanted to make sure I was up to it physically. I contacted an operator who does mixed trips of recreational and technical divers. I scheduled a couple of days of deep dives, up to 300 feet, but to be sure I was physically ready, I scheduled some workup dives before them. On the day before the first technical dive, I did a recreational dive day wearing the full set of gear I would need for the technical dives. The DM was fully briefed as to why I was geared that way. The dive featured a DM, two recreational divers, and me. During the briefing, I made sure all were aware of my situation, and I told them not to be concerned when they saw me practicing emergency skills like shutting my tank valves off, turning them on, switching gases, etc. I would let them know if I really needed help.
So we went on the dive, and I did a lot of practicing as planned. Eventually the DM turned and signaled to one of the divers to tell him how much gas he had. The diver complied. The second diver did the same. Then he turned to me with the same signal. I first responded with a look that said, "You've got to be kidding me!" He repeated the signal emphatically, though, so I pointed at each of my tanks in turn, telling him how much gas was in each. At that point in the dive I had a little more total gas than the three of them had combined when they started the dive. He gave me a puzzled look for a minute, as if he was processing all that information, and then had a sheepish "Oh, yeah" look.
He never asked me again.