Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Monday, July 9, 2018

DEEP DOO-DOO: A 100-WORD STORY

Damn, thought Charlie.

Three dives, each with the same disastrous results. If this kept up, he would start attracting sharks.

Getting his certification was turning out to be a horror show instead of the walk... err, swim in the park he’d expected it to be. His instructor was patient, but Charlie suspected that that patience would be wearing thin in a big hurry. Understandable, too: The pool cleanup bills were mounting.

A visit to the gastrointerogist confirmed his worst fears. The painful explosive diarrhea he suffered every time he strapped on his tank and mask was due to scuba diverticulitis.

2 comments:

Harry Hamid said...

Medical puns are the best puns.

Kevin Kim said...

Charlie eventually came to see his condition as a gift: like an octopus or a squid, he could emit a dark cloud to distract predators while he sped off in the opposite direction.

He wasn't much fun on diving dates or shipwreck explorations, though. Nor was he popular in Jacuzzis.