Well, what could go wrong?

[TSandM]

Well, I really didn't start this as an exercise in creative writing, although some of the answers have been amusing . . . There really was a point to it, which is that following some simple procedures makes everybody have to get wildly creative to come up with a way that anything would go seriously wrong.

 

[idocsteve]

Well, I really didn't start this as an exercise in creative writing, although some of the answers have been amusing

There's nothing amusing about scuba diving fatalities.

 

[princessaprilia]

Bob and Karen are unloading their gear back at the dock following what can only be described as an extremely satisfying and fullfilling day of diving. They're both smiling and laughing as they talk about the numerous creatures they saw and how compatible they are as buddies.

Bob notices that Karen is maintaining eye contact more and more, and is becoming rather flirtatous with her various gestures and lingering contact with various parts of Bob's body while she's exchanging chit chat. Having met in the dive shop just prior to the dive, Bob feels that things are going quite well.

"Karen, would you like to come back to my room and log our dives together?"

Karen enthusiastically gives Bob the confirmation he was anxiously awaiting, as she nods her blonde hair is tossed around her head giving her an almost angelic appearance. Bob's mind drifts to the possibilities when suddenly a car screeches to a stop next to them.

"Bob how DARE you speak to another woman while I'm waiting back here at the hotel with our little ones! Johnny crapped his pants again and Susan's been crying because I can't get reception on the TV in the room and she missed Barney again! Get your ass back here before I lose my God Damn mind!"

Without thinking Bob reaches for the shealth on Karen's leg and pulls out her 12" serrated edge dive knife and plunges it into his wife's chest. Her screams become gurgles as blood and froth escape her mouth much like an embolized diver, and she slumps forward in the drivers seat of the now bloody sedan.

Karen screams and yells "Help, Police!" But the quick thinking divemaster is already on his cellphone with the emergency dispatcher. Bob comes back to reality realizes what he's done and he makes a run for it down the street. Two of the divers on the boat chase after him and tackle him and bring him to his knees. It was a rather easy task since Bob was so flustered at the thought of asking Karen back to his room that he forgot to remove his fins.

The divers hold Bob until the police arrive but it's too late for his poor wife who has expired in the Avis rental car at the dock.

I see a big flaw in this one.

Nobody looks angelic after a dive. Not even almost angelic.
:cool2:

 

[RJP]

Not a problem, but going to the airport straight from the boat with wet hair might be. ilot:

Or they shower, dry their hair, and drive to the top of Haleakala. Walking 100yards up a path in the heat is too exerting. Both get bent, and die. Medical examiner can't figure out how two hikers died of DCS miles from the ocean. They call in CSI Maui...

 

[Tanked]

I hope they took out the extra insurance.

Does DAN cover a murdering spouse?

 

[DaleC]

Well, I really didn't start this as an exercise in creative writing, although some of the answers have been amusing . . . There really was a point to it, which is that following some simple procedures makes everybody have to get wildly creative to come up with a way that anything would go seriously wrong.

The one exception to the "having to scramble" for an example is that many people fit the weekend warrior mold and wind up over exerting themselves with the resultant heart attack/collapse. We tend to focus so much on dive specific training when general overall health/fitness can go a long way in avoiding injuries.

How many divers who promote continued diver education also participate in regular weekly cardio workouts?

 

[iztok]

However this thread got me thinking of one of my dives in Key Largo. It was one of the shallow reef dives. I was first off the boat and after I jumped in I signal ok from the surface. Check my reg, works I signal OK and descent (plan was to wait at around 15ft for rest). As soon as I get below surface I go horizontal and try to fin against mild current. Just to realize I do not have find on! So here I am about 10ft under, mild current and no fins starting to laugh at myself quickly looking up where the current line is and started to ascent to it as I didn't want to miss it. I actually did use "lift button" on my BP/w as I couldn't afford to miss the current line.

Funny thing is that in the past before I've learned not to fin on the surface before descending I would have noticed I didn't have fins on. But recently I paid special attention not to fin when vertical during descent. Go figure!

It wasn't life threatening but did teach me a lesson!

 

[DaleC]

Still waiting on that cardio???

 

[drdaddy]

Is it your daily mission to make a mockery of every thread on the board? Please give us all a break and acquire a girlfriend.

I'm sorry, but for some reason Steve's answer put me into a fit of laughter that has tears running down my face. I think this is a reaction to reading too much of that "spare air" thing.

Thank you Steve, now lets return Lynne's serious discussion.

drdaddy

The following was added after continuing to read the whole thing (sorry).

Oh my goodness, I wrote too soon, now I've continued reading, maybe this was Lynne's goal to loosen us all up after that "spare air" thing.

Thank you all for the good laugh - we really do need this from time to time.

 

[drbill]

They could be diving HP120 tanks like I used to, but if the debris (or dip) tube in one of their tanks suddenly becomes clogged (as mine did several years ago) and NO air is coming through the valve, they might be in for a big surprise (as I was).

I never considered the possibility of the debris tube getting clogged and cutting off all my air supply from the primary tank. It does happen (as I can attest). Fortunately I did a safe CESA from nearly 80 ft. They would at least have the redundancy of a buddy. I didn't (and complacently did not attach my pony bottle for that dive... never again!).