When stationed at Flint Kaserne in Tolz, we (of course) had the NCO club, also the Rod and Gun Club. Myself and another six or seven of the Team had the day off. We started in the NCO Club. After several hours, we decided the Rod and Gun Club required our presence. After a 20 second drive and some awesome precision parking.
We were socializing, minding our own business, the usual, when the barkeep brought the phone over. Our senior medic's wife was trying to track him down. Well! I was handed the phone. I don't know what came over me.
She asked if I knew George (knowing it was his wife) I said yes ma'am. She wanted to know if he was there. (he was, right next to me). However, he was kinda wasted. Could always tell with him, because he'd rest his chin in his hand and insert his little finger between his teeth between the first and second joint. that way if he nodded off, the PAIN would keep him going.
Anyway, I told her I'd had seen him, but his wife came by an hour ago to pick him up to go to shopping.
Now you guys heading into the pipeline. DON"T try this at home!
I did buy him a beer after the call and got a bandage for his little finger from the bartender. Hell, he'd patch me up if I was hurtin'.