Stripping the Instructor

When my beautiful wife Shawn decided to get certified, I was not an instructor at the time. So, we went to a local dive shop to sign her up, (me too, as at that time nobody recognized a U.S. Navy Dive Card). Previous to the last pool session, the dive shop in its infinite wisdom, had re-painted the inside of its ‘tank’ with an oil based paint that burned the hell out of your eyes if you took your mask off underwater, Shawn was/is not a big fan of that exercise anyway. When it came time for her turn at the bottom of the 30ft deep above ground tank, she bolted. Not only did she bail, she bailed with style. By the time she got to the surface, the instructor (believe it or not, his name is Johnny Carson) in hot pursuit, had no mask, no regulator, one fin, and most of his wetsuit was unzipped. It took me thirty minutes to even get her back in the water. She passed in open water. You gotta love her.