As I grew up in Florida, it was pretty normal to have gators in almost every fresh body of water; actually, it would be more unusual for there not to be gators.
This being the case, it wouldn't faze me to see gators here and there, sunning on the banks. The familiarity bred a nonchalance that is not necessarily shared with northerners.
This brings me to a conversation I had at work today with a colleague. I paraphrase, because I wasn't taking notes.
Me: This summer, I think I want to pick up a hobby in the water.
Her: How about canoeing?
Me: Eh...that's more on the water, and I did a lot of canoeing as a kid in Florida.
Her: You could jump in water. Didn't you do that as a kid?
Me: No, there were gators in the water.
Her: Huh wha?!?!
After a few seconds, I realized how dryly I delivered that last line.
Me: Oh yeah....that's not really normal for you, is it?
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