awatm said... Everything started when Captain Toby turned down the Britney Spears, yanked the handbrake on his 880-horsepower speedboat, turned to the passengers, and- wearing a face dripping with sympathy and a pair of Oakly cycling glasses - carefully inspected our hairstyles. None of us had the faintest idea what kind of disaster was about to hit us as he began announcing a series of protocols I would deeply regret not listening to just a few minutes later.
Five-G acceleration from every direction, insane speed, the ocean’s shattered waves raining down on us, the passengers’ laughter - half thrill, half pure terror - and Captain Toby’s endless jokes… all of it combined to produce a blockbuster action movie starring me, one I will never forget. I’m genuinely glad I decided to do it.
And thank you, by the way, for causing my mother-in-law to fall off the deck and become shark food. (Relax, I’m kidding—there were no sharks. The piranhas got her.)