So we are moving around some and I stopped to enjoy an Army chow hall. You know, have a sandwich and real cold cuts and try to live like the other half…There I am minding my business and trying to get a piece of Swiss cheese for my sandwich when this third country national that was apparently on some sort of time trials to restock the cheese in the sandwich bar damn near scissor kicked my ass when I reached for a slice.
Man was she put out. I though, hmmm I haven’t showered in over a week, haven’t had solid chow for some time and thought I’d have a sandwich and a coke….crazy I know, then I am getting bowed up to by a 4ft ball of hate and discontent. I had happy thoughts of balling her up and putting her in my cargo pocket but I didn’t want to get my ass kicked in front of my Marines (lol). That would have been sad. You know when all you want is a sandwich and ya can’t event get that…..it’s not so good. She eventually threw some ninja type flour in my eyes and began to fling Doritos at me like Chinese stars as she climbed away on the ceiling cussing me out. Tough crowed. I think I will pass on the sandwich and have a cigar…it’s a food group…right?