I am putting this on here for two reasons:
1) Maybe it will remind me how to blog
2) I almost died
So I'm on my way to Florida with some friends. On the way down, in the car, one of my friends says something about being scared of sharks. I say something brilliant back along the lines of "You know, I've never really been scared of sharks, because I don't think that shark attacks are real... I mean, I know their real, I just don't think that I would ever be close enough to a shark in real life to be scared."
Fastforward to the next day. It was a bright sunny morning and me, this same friend, and another friend all went down to the beach to play in the water. We're standing around just talking and laughing, and then a guy comes over and kinda nonchelantly is waving his hand about something. Now I must explain something at this point. In a circumstance like this, normally you might be imagining wild waving of the hands and large, grandiose body language.
Don't.
Image the opposite. Like I'm coming over just to let you know that I'd like you to see the sand castle my daughter just made...when you have a minute. So then--again not in a worried, "this- could- be -the -end- of -your- life" kinda way, rather in a "I -thought- you- just- might- want- to- know" way--he says,
"there's a shark"
again, notice, there are no capital letters. No exclamation points. Just a little FYI. A flesh eating amphibian is in the water near your leg. In case you are interested.
He also points a little (not an exaggerated point) to the water RIGHTBY my leg. And sure enough. Shark. about to have a Kara-leg sandwich.
I almost died. And I didn't even have a surfboard to hit it with.
The story is a little exaggerated. I think it was like a nurse shark, and I bet it might not have bitten me. Hard.
But I did almost die.
