kent_1848
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OK, so I partied way too hard during Carnivale in Coz, but at least I knew it, and decided to sit by the pool all day and catch some sun. As I'm lying there, trying to rationalize why I drank so much that I couldn't go diving, a man and woman haul some tanks over to the steps to do a shore dive. I'm watching them; sipping on a little hair of the dog because I know it will make me feel a little better and I won't be diving that day.
Anyway, they start putting their gear together. First they put the BC's onto the tanks...backwards. They have a little argument over it, and the guy wins so they leave them on backwards. Then they put the regulators on backwards and upside down. Another little argument ensues, and once again the guy wins. At this point, the inflator hose is crossed over the tank, and you wouldn't be able to control your buoyancy unless you were a contortionist.
I figure what the heck, I'm a divecon, and its my obligation to politely point these things out to them. Besides, I have to go to the bathroom anyway, which is past where they are standing. As I walk past, I ask if they would like any help. The guy who has now won the past two arguments lets me know that they have been diving for years, and that I should mind my own business. Now, I'm not that proud of person, but I figure if this guy dies, at least he is going to die knowing that he is right. So I leave them and go to the bathroom.
When I walk past them on the way back to my refreshing beverage, the woman asks me "Why did you ask if we needed any help?" To which I responded, "Well, I've been sitting over there watching you put your gear together upside down and backwards, but I figured since your husband here knew what he was doing you guys must be from south of the equator where your toilets flush the other way." and I went back and drank my beer. It was quite humorous to watch them try and figure out exactly what they had done wrong. I know I was a smart ***, but they could have at least thanked me
Anyway, they start putting their gear together. First they put the BC's onto the tanks...backwards. They have a little argument over it, and the guy wins so they leave them on backwards. Then they put the regulators on backwards and upside down. Another little argument ensues, and once again the guy wins. At this point, the inflator hose is crossed over the tank, and you wouldn't be able to control your buoyancy unless you were a contortionist.
I figure what the heck, I'm a divecon, and its my obligation to politely point these things out to them. Besides, I have to go to the bathroom anyway, which is past where they are standing. As I walk past, I ask if they would like any help. The guy who has now won the past two arguments lets me know that they have been diving for years, and that I should mind my own business. Now, I'm not that proud of person, but I figure if this guy dies, at least he is going to die knowing that he is right. So I leave them and go to the bathroom.
When I walk past them on the way back to my refreshing beverage, the woman asks me "Why did you ask if we needed any help?" To which I responded, "Well, I've been sitting over there watching you put your gear together upside down and backwards, but I figured since your husband here knew what he was doing you guys must be from south of the equator where your toilets flush the other way." and I went back and drank my beer. It was quite humorous to watch them try and figure out exactly what they had done wrong. I know I was a smart ***, but they could have at least thanked me
