"He'll have fun," you think. "He's just complaining for dramatic effect."
The next day, your best friend invites you boating in her sailboat. No sooner are you away from shore than - O horror! with not a speck of warning, THE PERFECT STORM brews up. "By St. Clooney!" your friend cries to you. "This delicate little pinnace will be smashed to kindling. Save us, using your nearly limitless knowledge of nautical terms!"
