The boat was floating toward the middle of the lake. This family outing seemed innocent enough because, well, it was. A bunch of guys drinking a few and having a good time impressing their wives (or everyone else’s wives, either way).

After we were a significant distance out in the lake, my uncle turned to me. He saw my somewhat depressed face as I was pushed out of the “adult talk”.

“Hey, Sambo, guess what?” he said.

“What?” I squeaked in my seven-year-old voice.

“I have a special job for you.”

“Really?” I stared at him in wonder.

“Yep. No one else can do this job. See, we have to watch out for people falling off the boat. So, if someone falls off, you yell, “Man overboard!”"

“Alright, cool!” I exclaimed, happy to be a help.

After a glance at my dad, he said, "And if you fall off the boat, you say “Glubblubawblubbub.”"