Art, you reminded me of another one. I once made a whitewater canoe trip down the Rockcastle River in Southern Kentucky with my friends Dennis, Bob, and Bob's girlfriend Marti. We rented canoes from a company that insisted on "experienced whitewater canoeists ONLY", although Marti had never been in a canoe in her life. We rode to the put-in with the Canoe rental guy, and assured him that all four of us were seasoned rapids-runners. We loaded up just above the first rapids,were wished good luck by the rental man, and had pushed out from the bank when Marti turns to Bob and says " Which way do we go?" Dennis and I couldn't stop laughing for about 5 minutes.