Divers Garments

Spent more quality weekend time with the divers. One in particular is a bit, er, robust in build. Let's just say that his cohorts offer him (in only the kindest fashion, as one might expect) Vaseline to help squeeze into his wetsuit. And rather than the lithe gait of the other divers, he kind of jiggles his way about. We'll call him Wally, as short for Walrus. As we stood on the pier waiting for the guys to get cleared to dive, one of the divers starts fighting to restrain laughter and pointing excitedly at Wally behind his back. Sure enough, Wally has one of his gloves (compliments of Velcro wrist straps) stuck to the rump of his suit. About two minutes later, Wally is finishing gearing up and starts moving things around the divers' station, doing 360's scanning for something. We know what it is.
"Where did my glove go? Did anybody see my glove?"
Well, with the glove being Velcroed to his backside, you can imagine where his fellow divers suggested he look for it. Wally just took this as the usual treatment, scoffed at them and kept searching. Finally, the glove shook loose and fell to the concrete with a wet flop sound right between his feet. With great maturity, subtlety, and tact, as you can imagine, the other divers found great amusement in the appearance of the glove tumbling from his bum and landing in a pile between his feet. The lesson as always: when even the engineer is laughing at you, you're having a rough day.