The depths people will swim to get noticed today are getting pathetic.
As I’m sure you’ve heard, an Edmond couple recently obtained their 15 minutes of national fame after they were rescued from the sea, having been left behind by their scuba diving guides for 39 hours in the Gulf of Mexico.
Well, at least that’s the tale these alleged Edmonites and mainstream media would like you to believe.
There are a lot of warning signs about this story that set off my B.S. meter, with the most glaring being that the couple looks nothing like your stereotypical Edmond couple:
Really? We’re supposed to believe they’re from Edmond? I could see Mustang, Meeker, or even Blanchard, but unless they’ve staked a claim in the no man’s land between Waterloo Rd. and Guthrie – or even in the Edmond Upside Down between the train tracks and Broadway – I’m not buying it.
In addition to that, the couple was a bit too quick to go to some famous Houston deli after being released from the hospital:
If I had just survived a 39-hour ordeal floating around as sun-dried shark bait in the Gulf of Mexico, I think the last thing I’d want to eat after being released from the hospital is a big pile of pastrami.
Actually, the last thing I’d want would be shrimp or fish, but you get what I’m saying.
Either way, it’s probably not a coincidence that they got the food for free:
When the meal was over, the waiter tore up the check.
“They wanted to pay, but I wouldn’t take any money from them,” Mr. Gruber said. “Listen, if you’ve gone through that, you deserve a sandwich.”
So, was this scuba expedition gone wrong real, or was it nothing more than a ruse put together by a couple of broke folks allegedly from Edmond to get free food from a sympathetic deli owner?
I’ll let you chew on that.
Then again, there’s also a chance I’m just being a bit conspiratorial and everything they’re saying is true. Maybe these folks really are from Edmond, and really did get left behind in the ocean for 39 hours by some moronic scuba diving company. If that’s true, I apologize and wish them the best of luck recovering from their psychological trauma and jellyfish stings.
Stay with The Lost Ogle. We’ll keep you advised.
