A shot from the other side; I'm on a dive boat (as a diver) part of a chain of friends and strangers loading it with kit. We're off for a days fun diving. Helping to fill out the boat (which is all I was doing, the BFH had organised the day and needed me and Tristan the Fistin' Pistin to keep costs down. Never turn down a lady distress, so...) were a bunch of techno-weenies from Glasgae. Rather than introduce their kit to the chain, they lugged it down the steps past the rather bemused divers already there (we are talking limited space) and shove it over at me. 'Coo!' I say 'Nitrox stickers, what's in the tanks?' 'Just don't use them.' Comes the reply. Fair enough; rudeness I can handle, and they certainly gave us plenty of it that day. I find withholding potentially useful and safe information (for as far as I could see plain snobbery) was not very nice. In fact I got it out of one of the chaps later on; 'Oh it's just Air' He said, 'Oh right' says I, no problem with this... 'O2 clean I assume?' Just trying that old social gambit, polite conversation. 'What?' He says. 'You, know, high standards of cleanliness to ensure safety with high O2 levels.' I inform him. 'What?' He says, 'I dunno what you're on about. Hang on, ask Angus.' Angus was his chief. Angus mixed up ship and aeroplane propellors and got the depth wrong. I wept (after I pissed myself laughing). Jason One of the plebs.
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