For the Fourth of July, Birmingham does a fireworks show, and my grandparents and I went. My hair was looking awful, so I put it in a ponytail and wore a baseball cap. The cap in question is red with a diver down flag, and it says "DUI Test Diver." DUI here doesn't stand for driving under the influence; it stands for
Diving Unlimited International, a company that sells dive gear. I got the hat when I did a test-dive in one of their drysuits.
I'm walking around waiting for the fireworks to start, and this random moddle-aged guy stops me. "Drunk driving isn't something to joke about," he says sternly.
"What?"
"Your hat. DUI test driver? That's not funny at all."
"Oh!" I giggled. "No, not test driver, test diver. DUI is a diving supply company, and I tested one of their drysuits last spring."
"It's not funny to do anything while you're drunk."
"There's no alcohol involved. DUI is the name of the company. Diving Unlimited International."
"Drunk driving is not funny!" The guy's getting himself all worked up.
"Diving, not driving." I take off the hat and point out the diver down flag. "And like I said, no one's drunk."
"Do you know my son was killed by a drunk driver, young lady."
At this point I just put my hat back on and walked away. Sometimes my life is just too weird to believe.