I've been in a canoe exactly twice in my life; both times I was with someone who claimed to know all about canoes. Both times, the canoe capsized, and both times, it wasn't my fault, it was the fault of the person who knew "all about canoes." I can only conclude that I'm a jinx.
The first time, my then-girlfriend and I were paddling along a lake, and it was all very idyllic. I said to Luann, "Hey, this canoe stuff is kinda fun. The only problem is that we have to be in the boat single-file, so you're too far away to kiss." She said, "Oh, I can fix that," and STOOD UP. I said, "Luann, no, don't ever stand up in a " SPLASH! Suddenly, there was a canoe on my head. :
It took awhile, but we eventually managed to turn the canoe rightside up, then towed it back to shore.The second time, my husband and I were planning to camp on an island that was only reachable by boat. We put all our stuff in the canoe, and he said, "You get in the front, and I'll push off from the back, then I'll hop in." He pushed off, so the canoe, I, and our stuff were on the water, but when he went to "hop in," he discovered that the canoe was backwards, and he was trying to get in the wrong side. His attempts to get in flipped the entire canoe over, landing me and all our stuff in the water.We spent our "camping" trip in the local laundromat, scaring the locals by hanging out in the laundromat in our underwear while everything we owned was in the dryer. :-[I'm never getting in a canoe again, no matter how much the person with me claims to know about them! :whatthe
etra, I know you know what a BBQ is, because you used the word to me in e-mail. But the vision of you and your comrades eating the British Broadcasting Corporation was just too funny to pass up.