It's a Deep Subject

It's a Deep Subject

     Two men stood on the seashore. Both men stood in silence as they drank in the wondrous scenery. After five minutes, the man in the red shorts exclaimed with great enthusiasm, “I wonder what is beyond that horizon! How I wish I could just get in a boat and go find out!” The man in the blue shorts slowly turned his head to give a critical look at the source of such a disruptive outburst. After a few seconds, the man in the blue shorts said slowly and steadily, “I was just wondering what is down at the bottom of that ocean - I mean the very bottom. I bet there are things down there that no one has ever seen before.” The expressive man in the red shorts shot him a rather odd look; some might say it was even a bit degrading. “You want to go to the bottom of the ocean? You mean just go straight down for miles into that dark, cold, deep water?” Suddenly, the man in the blue shorts became slightly animated and said, “Yes! Exactly! Wouldn’t it be wonderful to explore that depth and discover all the beautiful and odd things it contains?” The man in the red shorts took a step back at the unexpected excitement he felt coming from the man. Mr. Red Shorts wasn’t quite sure if Mr. Blue Shorts was dropped as a baby, or if he simply had no life. He was genuinely surprised to see a wedding ring on his finger, and immediately felt sorry for what must be a poor, bored-to-death spouse. “Well, good luck with that,” he said to the now dreamy-eyed man, “I’m thinking that I’m going to rent a huge boat, get all my friends together, and see how far we can go out into that ocean!” “Well,” started Mr. Want-To-Be Diver, “first you need to consult the Coast Guard, then you need to make sure you have the right vessel, then you need to…” “Oh, I’ve got people for those insignificant details,” interrupted Mr. Red Shorts, “what I am really hoping is that I can get the CEO at my new job to join us. I just know I could make a good impression on her when she sees how bold and adventurous I am! Her name is Ella B. Introvert, and I plan to invite her!” Now it was Mr. Blue Short’s turn to give this ultra-confident guy a strange look. “Ella B. Introvert is her name?” he asked. “Yes,” replied Mr. Red Shorts, “and I expect her to be awed by my out-of-the-box style.” Mr. Blue Shorts turned his head to look out over the azure expanse. “So you must be Mr. Extrovert?” Mr. Blue Shorts said slowly, “I’ve heard all about you.” “Wh-What? How did you know my name??” demanded Mr. Extrovert, “I’ve never met you!” “Well, apparently you have met my wife,” stated Mr. Blue Shorts rather smugly, “because her name is Ella B. Introvert!” For one of the few times in his life, Mr. Extrovert was at a loss for words. Mr. Introvert gave him a friendly pat on the back. “Don’t worry, Mr. Extrovert, my wife is already impressed with your forward thinking at the company.” “Oh, thank you,” answered Mr. Extrovert rather awkwardly. “And don’t worry about renting that boat,” added Mr. Introvert, “you can use one of ours.”