Sort of reminds me of a scuba trip in Mexico. It was a guided tour
of a particularly nice reef. The guide, being quite responsible, went
around to all the divers asking for an accounting of their remaining
air. People would hold up five or six or seven fingers, or whatever
they had remaining in 100 lbs in the tank. He got to me. I checked
and had eight hundred left. Instead of holding up eight fingers, I put
my index finger and thumb together on each hand and put them
together where the fingers meet... sort of forming an eight. He just
shook his head and swam away. I guess he figured that 40 feet
just wasn't quite deep enough for nitrogen narcossis. I felt particularly
stupid.

"katysails" wrote in message
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Jon Ganz was seen standing on the dock of hos sailing school with a
megaphone in his hand. He raised it to his mouth and called out: You there
in Number 99. Your time is up and you must come in. After a little while,
with no response from the boat, Jon again raised the megaphone to his lips
and hollered: Boat number 99, you are now past due on your ental time.
Please sail your boat back to the dock. Another 15 minutes ensued and Jon
was about to raise the megaphone once more to his mouth when a fellow
employee came over and asked what he was doing. Jon explained that Number
99 was not paying attention and wouldnot return to the dock. The fellow
employee looked out, grabbed the megaphone from Jon and yelled: Hey, Number
66, you got a problem out there?

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