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Lapin · 04-22-2007, 05:36 PM

Military people annoy the living fuck out of me.

Let me specify; I don't mean the military that is only six years older than me. I mean the officers as old as my grandfather.

I ran lights for a military show today, out of mostly the goodness of my heart. Let me replay the conversation I had with the Colonel in charge:

Col.: Where is your advisor?
Me: I'm in charge.
Col.: (Looks me up and down, from my red hair to my eyebrow piercing to my tattoo) I thought there was an older man in charge of you.
Me: He had to leave. Now could you tell me what you want done with the lights?
Col.: I want them dimmed after the colors go through.
Me: The what?
Col.: The colors. Don't you know what those are?
Me: (Drawing complete blank) (Shakes head)
Col.: Those. (Indicates the flags)
Me: The flags?
Col.: The colors.
Me: Err. Hmm. The lights do not dim. They're too old. They have two settings. Off and on.
Col.: I want them dimmed.
Me:They don't dim.
Col.: Well figure out a way to make them dim.
Me: I'm serious, it's not happening. The electrics in this building are about thirty-something years old. We're lucky they agree to turn on.
Col.: Dim them. (Walks off, while I swear in three languages behind his back)

Afterwards, they didn't even thank me and the other girl. They just said that 'whoever sneezed during the pledge needs to learn respect'. (I'm sorry I have allergies you ungrateful bastards)

I. Am. Never. Running. Lights. Again. For. These. Bastards.

04-22-2007, 05:36 PM	#3665
Lapin Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Down the Rabbit Hole Posts: 1,724	Military people annoy the living fuck out of me. Let me specify; I don't mean the military that is only six years older than me. I mean the officers as old as my grandfather. I ran lights for a military show today, out of mostly the goodness of my heart. Let me replay the conversation I had with the Colonel in charge: Col.: Where is your advisor? Me: I'm in charge. Col.: (Looks me up and down, from my red hair to my eyebrow piercing to my tattoo) I thought there was an older man in charge of you. Me: He had to leave. Now could you tell me what you want done with the lights? Col.: I want them dimmed after the colors go through. Me: The what? Col.: The colors. Don't you know what those are? Me: (Drawing complete blank) (Shakes head) Col.: Those. (Indicates the flags) Me: The flags? Col.: The colors. Me: Err. Hmm. The lights do not dim. They're too old. They have two settings. Off and on. Col.: I want them dimmed. Me:They don't dim. Col.: Well figure out a way to make them dim. Me: I'm serious, it's not happening. The electrics in this building are about thirty-something years old. We're lucky they agree to turn on. Col.: Dim them. (Walks off, while I swear in three languages behind his back) Afterwards, they didn't even thank me and the other girl. They just said that 'whoever sneezed during the pledge needs to learn respect'. (I'm sorry I have allergies you ungrateful bastards) I. Am. Never. Running. Lights. Again. For. These. Bastards.