Well, I actually thought about getting another sign-on so I could post this. BUT, at the risk of ruining my reputation here on SB, here goes:
Just as many of you reported, it was my O/W checkout trip that befell my worst faux pas surpassing even the time that I mistakenly asked a co-worker when she was due; but that's another story.
As a class, we were a tight group and really got along well. Perhaps too well. At least the night before the first dive(s). Since we were traveling, we stayed at the same hotel. We partied kind of rowdy and had a good time at the behest of a local Karaoke place and kept signing each other up to sing "Yellow Submarine". After a boatload of potato skins "with everything", nachos "with everything", and some gator tail (you guessed it -- with everything), we laid into supper. I love pork ribs and they were calling to me from a plate at the next table, so I indulged myself to the tune of a whole rack of baby-back ribs. "With everything" -- including a tossed salad. Woe is me... Now I'm sure you're wondering how this relates to wetsuits and being stuck in a hooded vest, but I assure you, the connection is a strong one (prophetic words right there, I tell ya)
The next morning, I wasn't too worse for the wear, and that first cup of coffee really got me "cranked up" so to speak. I managed to sneak back to my hotel room after breakfast and I'm sure the cleaning ladies are STILL cussing "that guy in room 124." Anyway, I felt much better and I thought perhaps I'd heard the last of those tater skins, nachos and ribletts. Boy was I wrong.
I'm sure you've all met her. :love2: You know what she looks like. "Better than anyone else in the class", cute, friendly, and what-not. Well we all had a fondness for her, so every chance we had, she got all the attention she could stand. And I was no exception. As a young, scuba diving stud, I tried to act as suave as I could as often as I could (which wasn't as often as I'd have liked, but anyhow....). Now putting on a wetsuit has never been a problem for me because I always use a lycra skin, but I "had" to have help putting in on when we got to the dive site. More of that attention stuff, remember? Mark my famous last words.
Being the ham that I am, I wasn't content to just let her help me slip it over my shoulders, I had to struggle and squirm and really make a show of it. And I knocked one loose. One what you ask? Well, remember those tater skins and such? I stood REAL still ------ and she kept yanking and tugging. I had it in a head lock for a good 30 seconds or so, but now all that glorious attention that she was paying me wasn't so glorious. Just when I thought I was going to have to pretend to fall out of the boat, it got away from me with a high pitched EEEEEEEEEK. I was praying she didn't hear it for all the neoprene squeaking noises, but then it hit us both like a freight train! She tried to be a good sport about it and pulled her lycra up over her nose, but it was no use. She finally made a lunge for her towel and held it over her whole face while she was scrambling for the other end of the boat. I didn't know whether to stand there and plead ignorant or fan the air all around me. I was really wondering if some kind of satellite based sensor for weapons of mass destruction was going to pick up on me! Boy did I feel like a tool.
None of you have EVER wanted to be in Bonaire as bad as I did at that moment! Oh, the shame.:anon: