I went to the dive shop to pick up my referral form for my open water dives in Cozumel, and as usual there was an assortment of groupies hanging around with Zen and Smiley.
I managed to get Zen to sign the right forms, but I wanted to know which dive shops he recommended I go to. He told me they were all probably good.
What? Umm... not what I wanted to hear.
I asked Zen who he usually went through, and Smiley answered, "Jose."
"Great," I said, "It should be easy to find some guy named 'Jose' in Mexico." That at least got me a laugh from the groupies.
"Tell them you're with A___ Dive Shop, and they'll find Jose for you."
Are you serious? I KNOW the island isn't that small.
As if reading my mind Smiley said, "We were there once and almost went out with another dive master. They found out we were from A___, and they said that Jose was our guy-- and went and got him."
Then Zen remembered, "He's with Paradise Dive." Now we're getting somewhere.
"But there's about 10 Paradise Dive Shops in Cozumel." Oh, crap. Why do I feel like I'm in an Abbott and Costello routine?
"I'm sure the guys at your resort will be fine."
I'm starting to agree. Just for kicks, though, I'm going to ask for Jose.
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