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I couldn’t believe it. I was going to have to wear those booties? They literally came three inches past my toes. And they were the smallest size they had.
Bobby saw me looking down at the booties in my hand with disgust and asked what was wrong. I told him that I was going to have to wear them even though they came three inches past my toes and he looked at me in disbelief.
“They really come three inches past your toes?”
“No, I’m kidding.”
He looked at me, confused.
“Yes Bobby, they come past my toes! See?”
I folded the top of the shoe back behind my foot as far as it could go. He laughed as he showed me that his bootie didn’t bend at all. I glared at him, walking over to the pile of paddles. They were next on the list of equipment.
There was a method for determining which size paddle you got. You stood the tip of the paddle on your toe, and it was supposed to come up to chest level (I think).
Any guesses how tall the smallest paddle was on me?
It came up to my nose.
I knew there wasn’t going to be any, but I had to ask.
“Glenn? Do you have any smaller paddles?”
“Nope, you need to get the blue and white one. That is the smallest one.”
“Great.”
I went back over to the pile and tried the paddle again. Maybe it had gotten shorter since I asked Glenn!
I stood it on my toe, leaning it forward so I couldn’t tell how high it was on me. I shut my eyes and pulled it so it would be straight up. I didn’t want to look until it was where it was going to be. I opened my eyes, praying that it would have shrunk…
Nope, it was still way too big. Tullia saw my paddle that came up to my nose and started laughing. When Luke asked her why she was laughing, she said it was because of how big my paddle was.
I didn’t think it was funny, but I was glad I could make someone else laugh. 😀
We were all told to make a pile of our stuff, making sure you remembered which pile was yours. I knew I wasn’t going to have a problem with that – mine was the only one with the red life jacket.
All of the instructors told us we should either have Snack or lunch. Almost everyone voted for lunch. LOL
Maggie and I were on Food Duty that day. We pulled out the crew journal to see what we were having.
“Tuna fish? How are we going to have tuna fish out here?!?”
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