février 18, 2004
true story.
we were on a boat down mexico way, navigating choppy waters to Isla Mujeres for a day of shopping and sightseeing. the waves were high, and the boat was pitching furiously. most of the passengers were gripping the siderails for dear life, concerned that they were going to be unceremoniously tossed out into the cool sea. we were standing in the stern, lightly holding a pole with one hand, riding the waves, unconcerned. "you two had better hold on! the water's awful rough!"
we looked at each other and at the same time said: "we're from new york. we ride the subway every day; this is nothing," and laughed.
Posted by shivery at février 18, 2004 12:02 PM
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