On the weekend, my father was putting the "oh-my-god" motor back on the sail boat. While he was in the water reattaching said motor, he dropped his sunglasses. Oh no! It was windy! He could not find his glasses as the water was turbid!
He left the glasses there at the bottom of the lake.
The next day, at lunch time, I was sitting next to Dr.Dad. He had been chatting about things he needed or wanted to do today. "Yeah, we went fishing this morning, now I need to make a spot to clean the fish" PTAMom snorts. She wanted the fish cleaning location to have been designed many moons ago. "I should make a line to hang them on." PTAMom makes another snort. She doesn't want to see this thing. "I wonder if the guy next door would mind if it was on his side of the house or maybe I should keep this stuff in the workshop, but there's stuff...Oh! I gotta go diving...Lloyd Bridges..."
These words were said so that "Oh! I gotta" interrupted what he was was saying about the fish stuff. Then the words "Lloyd Bridges" interrupted the word "diving". Yes, he interrupted himself to say, "Lloyd Bridges."
But why? I said, "What?
I didn't know the sunglasses story so here's what he said, "I lost my sunglasses yesterday, between the sailboat and the dock. I want to see if I can find them. The water was cloudy yesterday."
But Lloyd Bridges?
Yes, Lloyd Bridges. He was the star of Sea Hunt. There's a link right here.
Dr.Dad said something like this:
"Sea Hunt. Always someone acting suspicious. And then they were fighting in the water and they cut someone's air supply." He puts his hands up and makes a scared, open-mouthed face and says, "Yeah. Sea Hung. Is that still on?"
No, it isn't still on.
And he found his glasses.
Posted by dotty at August 2, 2005 11:38 PM