One of my
funny memories from my long ago formative years:
My dad invited one of his
SCUBA buddies to dive a wreck. Buddy was a physician, and brought his arm candy along for the ride. She was wearing the full yachting get up, and seemed somewhat offended when she saw that she was apparently going to have to take the little 21'
tender out to the real boat.
Slowly, it sunk in that there was no real boat, we actually were going OUT THERE in the little boat. And she was going to watch 2 guys change into wetsuits....
She was not fully prepared when 2 guys climbed back into the boat after rooting around in, through, and under a
shipwreck. She could not comprehend that they were talking about having a great dive, while they were covered with sticky, smelly, and generally gross stuff. Please mind my clothes!
I think Tom traded her in on a new version of arm candy shortly thereafter.