A few days ago Mark and were once again carpooling to Augsburg. We were behind a car with a license plate that started with 666.
"Oh, that's unfortunate," I said. "That license plate starts with 666."
Mark: "Something slipped by the license plate copy editor."
Me: "Yeah. You wouldn't think they'd let that go. It's kinda like the whole 13th floor thing in hotels."
I was recently at a conference in New Orleans. The hotel I stayed at, like, oh, all hotels, doesn't have a 13th floor. Well, I mean, it DOES have a 13th floor. They just call it 14. It's not like they just DON'T have that floor.
Me: "I think it's kinda dumb that hotels don't label the 13th floor."
Mark: "If you had a hotel, would you have a 13th floor."
Me: "No, I guess I wouldn't. A lot of people wouldn't want to stay on it, I guess."
I pause for a moment.
Me: "OR, maybe I WOULD have a 13th floor. I'd market it to all those people who like to stay in haunted hotels in hopes that they'll see a ghost. I could say that some horrible accident befell one of the construction workers building the hotel on that floor."
Mark: "He... CUT HIS FINGER WITH A BOX CUTTER!!!"
Me: "It was terrible!"
Mark: "There was blood EVERYWHERE!"
Me: "Like... 6 drops... on the floor... in the HALLWAY!"
Mark (quiet and tragic): "He needed a bandaid..."
The story behind the name:
One evening, at the Old Broadway Grill in Fargo, North Dakota, my brother caught the end of a Mountain Dew commercial. In the commercial, a Mountain Dew drinker was riding a shark in the ocean. My brother exclaimed in surprise, not realizing that it was a commercial. When I told him he declared "All I saw was a guy coming out of the shower with a shark." Of course, he meant water, but the idea of showering with sharks has been with me ever since.