Humor in UniforMS
I felt we, well I do right now, need a bit of humor. In case you missed Bob's fun-e-bone story, here it is. I will follow with one of mine.....
It actually isn't that bad. If you want confusing, I was the liason in my division to the supply division. In Navy-speak I was an RPPO.
One fine day my chief tells me that we need a quart of fluid for something or other and that I wasn't getting off the boat until the supply chief had all the proper requistion forms in his hot little hands.
So, I do all the paperwork and drop the forms off.
About a week later, the supply chief gets on the shipwide announcing system and I hear, "Petty officer Bob, could you please meet with me on the pier. I need to transfer to your custody an item. Oh, and bring along some of the wing nuts you work with. You're going to need help."
This is usually bad news. In the Navy supply system seemingly anyone could requesition just about anything and if no one caught the mistake, you could be the proud owner of a brand new F/A-18 Hornet fighter plane (the Hornet had a unique part number for "Airplane, one each").
So, my chief and I hustle topside and head for the pier where I find an unmarked 55 gallon drum of something along with copies of my requesition in the hands of a smiling supply chief.
My chief thought it was pretty funny. I was too busy crapping a green brick.
So, we start trying to unravall this mystery.
The numbers were right and the drum had been shipped from somewhere in the heartland of the country.
So, I do what I usually do when I'm confronted with the unexplainable. I poked it.
As it turned out, for a 55 gallon drum it was pretty light. We carefully pry off the top and find a bunch of vermiculum packing material. I gingerly stick my arm in the stuff and start fishing around. I find a bunch of forms.
I keep searching and eventually I feel a one quart glass bottle.
Here is my simple little one......
I was stationed at ALF Ellison, Pensacola, my first duty station. I worked in the ASE, in an upstairs corner of a hanger. As my birthday, #21 was approaching, I was asked if I was going to request a day off, to celebrate of course. I decide, why not? So I put in a request to my Divison officer....
He called me up to the office.... was I in TROUBLE?
He was sitting at his desk as I reported. He asked me, in a firm direct all business voice if I really wanted the day off to visit my uncle Herman. Barely keeping a straight face, I replied a proper, sharp & firm "YES SIR"
He signed my request... then the whole small room, my div officer and all busted out in laughter..... WHY? The uncle I was going to visit was of course Herman Walker.... BTW we share last names..........Ha Ha.
Now its YOUR turn to share a funny Mil-Spec story!
Gomer Sir Falls-A-Lot