I can't beleive I haven't been busted reading this. It is really hard to stifle a laugh in an open office
I sympathise with everyone else who has done the wetsuit dance which always draws a crowd in a carpark and I have nearly been that girl who loses her bikini top several times (How the hell does a knot get undone in a 5mm semi dry?) but I had a completely different wet suit incident
My buddy and I decided to get certified in August at Bondi, water temp bout 16c. Was only one problem, our dive instructor. It was one of those dive schools that turns out back packer divers en mass and he was one of those Hero dive instructor tools that gives the industry a bad name and was a blatent pervert.
He was so busy chatting up a couple of girls in the deep end of the pool that he didn't notice a girl (not so blonde and well proportioned) who obviously couldn't swim. She swallowed about a galon of water before my male buddy rescued her.
Anyway, back to the point, Sir Grope-a-lot as we started calling him, always seemed to manage to give the girls wetsuits with 20cm cuts in them up near the top of the thigh, fine for the heated pool - not so good in the ocean. I may as well not have been wearing a wetsuit when I jumped in. Should I report this to DAN as a near Hyperthermia incident?
Luckily, by dive 3 and 4 I was able to borrow a friends semi dry - that of course was another barrel of fun as it is one of those ones which has two neck holes (front and back) which you have to squeeze your head into twice which resulted in me choking on the surface and with my arms stuck straight out It also had the added benefit of being hot pink.
Keep the posts coming - I don't wanna work
I sympathise with everyone else who has done the wetsuit dance which always draws a crowd in a carpark and I have nearly been that girl who loses her bikini top several times (How the hell does a knot get undone in a 5mm semi dry?) but I had a completely different wet suit incident
My buddy and I decided to get certified in August at Bondi, water temp bout 16c. Was only one problem, our dive instructor. It was one of those dive schools that turns out back packer divers en mass and he was one of those Hero dive instructor tools that gives the industry a bad name and was a blatent pervert.
He was so busy chatting up a couple of girls in the deep end of the pool that he didn't notice a girl (not so blonde and well proportioned) who obviously couldn't swim. She swallowed about a galon of water before my male buddy rescued her.
Anyway, back to the point, Sir Grope-a-lot as we started calling him, always seemed to manage to give the girls wetsuits with 20cm cuts in them up near the top of the thigh, fine for the heated pool - not so good in the ocean. I may as well not have been wearing a wetsuit when I jumped in. Should I report this to DAN as a near Hyperthermia incident?
Luckily, by dive 3 and 4 I was able to borrow a friends semi dry - that of course was another barrel of fun as it is one of those ones which has two neck holes (front and back) which you have to squeeze your head into twice which resulted in me choking on the surface and with my arms stuck straight out It also had the added benefit of being hot pink.
Keep the posts coming - I don't wanna work