The Turtle

During my lovely wife’s open water cert dives, the instructor, Johnny Carson, kept a pretty close eye on Shawn, as previous experience with her told him to. She did everything perfectly and we were snorkeling back to our entry point after the last dive and we were all Certified Divers. Shawn turned on to her back and kicked it into high gear, creating a substantial wake. Instructor Johnny was bringing up the rear as we are taught and lo and behold, we hear some screechin’ and bellerin’ from our exit point. All we can see is arms, legs, and fins thrashing around in the air. Shawn had not been paying attention to where she was and had beached herself (and her scuba unit) on her back in the sand and skinny thing she is, could not turn herself over on to her hands and knees in order to get up, Such language was spewing from this little farm girl from South Dakota that would make an old salt blush. Instructor Johnny was laughing so hard, he spit his reg out and was choking on water. Here’s your sign. “Turtle”