Scotty to the Rescue
Earlier someone posted she would like some good news. I
couldn't think of any new, good news, so I thought I would post a funny story,
from boot camp, 31 years ago.
On the last weekend of boot camp recruits used to be able to
go out for one night to do whatever they legally wanted, as long as they
checked in at the quarter deck, before midnight. When they checked in, the
recruit had to say "Permission to cross the quarter-deck, sir." If
they, however, made a joke of it and were brave, or drunk, enough to say
"Permission to cross the patio, Daddy-o" they would be sent back to
the beginning of boot camp.
I was standing the podium watch, envious of the kids coming
back town. This young recruit was half carried to the quarterdeck, where he
stumbled away from them and said, "Permission to cross the pat- uh, uh,
can I come in?" As I was trying not to laugh, I hear a voice from the
shadows yell, "You! In my office NOW!!!"
As they entered the office the chief on duty, slammed to the
door and began screaming at the kid, and telling him that he would repeat boot
camp. After a while the kid, pulled his wallet out, flipped it open, and said
into it, "Beep. Beep. Beam me aboard Scotty, I'm in trouble!"
The chief stopped in mid-tirade, and screamed "Get the
hell out of here!" As the kid ran away, the chief dropped his head onto
his arms and began to laugh uncontrollably.
About a month after boot camp, I ran into that chief and
asked if the recruit had been sent back. He replied, "Hell, no. With b-s
that big, he will make Admiral one day!"
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