After dropping Sara and Lily off at Baltimore-Washington Airport, Jen and I spent some time at the Baltimore Aquarium.
First stop was the dolphin show, where my attention was captured not by the mammals in the water, but instead by the mammal in the tight, tight wet suit. Here was a cute guy who was not afraid to wear neoprene, and had no reason to, either. It looked like it was painted on him, on his chest, his rear, and his… ahem, front.
If only I’d have had a good set of binoculars.
The emcee told us that after the show, we’d have a chance to come down front and ask the trainers questions. I leaned to Jen and whispered, “I know what question I want to ask. ‘What’s your phone number?'”
Feel free, in your own mind, to create puns based upon the dolphin milieu: training, behaviors, getting wet, those big balls, blow holes, the whole shebang. Enjoy!
