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Jul. 22nd, 2006 09:02 pmSo.
Today, I was on a cross-Sound trip to Whittier, on the little boat. We were running full, which means 46 passengers. We left at around 7:30am with an ETA of 2:30 or 3ish.
It wasn't rough on the water, just some long low swells starting around Freemantle. Not bad at all.
So you can imagine my surprise when, about 2 hours into the trip, Susan came up the bridge where I was looking for whales and told Chris, "There's a lady who's sick in the lower head. Really sick."
( Cut for the squeamish )
And it would have been a perfectly nice day, too.
X-posted.
Today, I was on a cross-Sound trip to Whittier, on the little boat. We were running full, which means 46 passengers. We left at around 7:30am with an ETA of 2:30 or 3ish.
It wasn't rough on the water, just some long low swells starting around Freemantle. Not bad at all.
So you can imagine my surprise when, about 2 hours into the trip, Susan came up the bridge where I was looking for whales and told Chris, "There's a lady who's sick in the lower head. Really sick."
( Cut for the squeamish )
And it would have been a perfectly nice day, too.
X-posted.
