Our adventure began in an area of the resort called Dolphin Cay. After getting suited up in wet suits, we got briefed on meeting the dolphins so that we'd know how close we could get to them, where we should and should not touch them and what we could expect from the whole experience.
It reminded me a lot of the time I scored a 'meet and greet' with Harry Connick, Jr.
|Harry...awed by the silver-tongued devil that is Brutalism.|
The best part was probably when our hip, young Bahamian trainers prepared our lily-white group to high-five the dolphin. One trainer said, "You need to say, 'Wha-CHA!' and the dolphin will hold his flipper up to give you five.”
|Hip, young trainers with the whities. And me with scoliosis. WTF?|
We all practiced saying “Wha-CHA!” as a group a few times (and no, I have never felt cooler...thanks for asking), then one woman from the group walked up for her turn and said meekly, "What's up?"
The trainer said, "Come on...you can do better than that...it's more of a Wha-CHA!"
So the woman tried again, and if possible, it came out even more stilted. A barely audible, "What’s up?"
Even the dolphin looked embarrassed for her.
The next person was even more hopeless...he walked up and asked, "What is up with you, Mr. Dolphin?"
I burst out laughing and said loudly what (I thought) everyone else was thinking, which was: "Wow. These are the whitest ‘Wha-CHAs’ I have ever heard."
I will take the complete and utter silence and palpable disdain from both the white group and the black trainers as me single-handedly promoting racial unity in the Dolphin Cay.