Waterwings
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Here's a true story kinda related to sewage: (originally posted this in the humor section, Mar. '08).
Location: Anchored in harbor, Ibiza, Spain
Year: 1975, aboard USS Capodanno (FF-1093)
Wow! Summer time in the Mediterranean in Spain, and we get off everyday at noon if we don't have duty! Today, my buddy Dave (real name) and I are gonna try snorkeling in the harbor near the marina. Shouldn't be to bad a task for a guy from Kentucky and one from Arizona…or so we thought. My buddy Dave was not afraid of anything and often acted before he thought.
This great day we we're out amongst the speed boats that the locals had anchored offshore and we're getting pretty good at the snorkeling, once I learned that you need to exhale after surfacing instead of inhaling for air….all you get is water if you do it wrong. Anyway, we mess around for awhile longer, and we're underwater about 4' and I look over at Dave and he's motioning for me to look at something. I look over and there's something below the surface that looks like a stick maybe. All of a sudden I realize what it is, so I'm trying to get his attention while he's steady swimming towards the object……………….too late! He grabs it and immediately lets go and starts shaking his hand trying to get something off of it. My guess was correct. Dave had latched-on to about a foot-long turd hovering below the surface! I literally thought I was gonna drown before I got to the surface (hey, you ever tried to laugh uncontrollably underwater!?).
Once we got back to the beach he's yelling "Don't you dare tell anyone on the ship what happened!". I told him "Sure man, no problem". Guess what I did the minute we got back onboard! :wink:
Location: Anchored in harbor, Ibiza, Spain
Year: 1975, aboard USS Capodanno (FF-1093)
Wow! Summer time in the Mediterranean in Spain, and we get off everyday at noon if we don't have duty! Today, my buddy Dave (real name) and I are gonna try snorkeling in the harbor near the marina. Shouldn't be to bad a task for a guy from Kentucky and one from Arizona…or so we thought. My buddy Dave was not afraid of anything and often acted before he thought.
This great day we we're out amongst the speed boats that the locals had anchored offshore and we're getting pretty good at the snorkeling, once I learned that you need to exhale after surfacing instead of inhaling for air….all you get is water if you do it wrong. Anyway, we mess around for awhile longer, and we're underwater about 4' and I look over at Dave and he's motioning for me to look at something. I look over and there's something below the surface that looks like a stick maybe. All of a sudden I realize what it is, so I'm trying to get his attention while he's steady swimming towards the object……………….too late! He grabs it and immediately lets go and starts shaking his hand trying to get something off of it. My guess was correct. Dave had latched-on to about a foot-long turd hovering below the surface! I literally thought I was gonna drown before I got to the surface (hey, you ever tried to laugh uncontrollably underwater!?).
Once we got back to the beach he's yelling "Don't you dare tell anyone on the ship what happened!". I told him "Sure man, no problem". Guess what I did the minute we got back onboard! :wink: