Since we were too hysterical to speak, other than saying snorkulate repeatedly, we both just gathered up our snorkulating gear and put on swim suits. We also stuffed our five-dollar bills into an envelope and left it for the steward. He’d get more later but we had to do something for now.
As we boarded the tender we were still giggling and muttering snorkulate like we were nine-year-olds just learning the word boobies. And I hate to admit this, but we set it to music.
Snorkulate, snorkulate,
Feed me my feed and
You’ll make me feel great.
Others joined in. Not everyone, as some of the other people were mature adults, but the rest of us? Hey what else could go wrong? The verses got dirtier after a while, and we were so into it with our rowdy fellow passengers that we never noticed that
