Vignettes from Malta part 3
On our way back from Comino, our boat got caught in the rolling wake of a faster boat. The resulting wave splashed into the ferry as the back dipped ever so slightly beneath the surface. One girl, sitting in that corner of the boat became upset as her purse got wet though she relaxed a bit when she found that the contents inside were still relatively dry.
She, in fact, became so relaxed about it that she left her purse in the back of the boat and moved to the front to take pictures. She didn’t even ask anyone in her party to watch the purse she just assumed that they would or that the boat would not get swamped again.
Leaving Mdina, there was a group of nicely dressed women at the main gate. As they turn around to head back into the city, one says “I have breasts. I see them all the time; I don’t need to see any more.”
I Do the Impossible
One of my roommates came in looking for a hammer and a screwdriver. Another roommate had a screwdriver, but no one we knew had a hammer. The discussion went to using the wall or the floor or a rock as a hammer, but then I asked what he needed it for. He held out a coconut and said he wanted to remove the liquid from within.
“Oh, that’s easy,” I said pulling my Swiss Army knife from my desk.
“Oh, no, that won’t work. It’s too small,” he said.
“It will work,” I said.
“I think it’s impossible.”
That’s when I felt my eyebrow go up. “Really? You think so?”
“Yes, it’s impossible.”
I took the coconut to the table, used my Swiss Army awl to bore three holes in it and poured the coconut milk into a bowl. He was amazed, and I do the impossible.