Nope; I just found that line a great deal more amusing than you apparently did. Lighten up, son, it’s a joke, I say, a joke!
Nope; I just found that line a great deal more amusing than you apparently did. Lighten up, son, it’s a joke, I say, a joke!
Joke. Right. Got it. Sorry. It’s the voices, man. The voices. Now they’re singin’ Johnny Cash at me. “Ring of Fire”, I think. Can’t be sure; they’re outta key and they don’t know half the words. But it’s Johnny Cash, man. And I don’t know why.
Yeah, thought of that; took care of it. Still, I doubt it. According to my father, this guy has been coming into 419 West (the restaurant where my father and friend work) for quite some time; even before I applied to join the military in the first place. Besides, I’m not even active duty; I’m under Delayed Enlistment and haven’t gone through Basic yet.
So you haven’t actually reported the incident? It doesn’t matter what you think of his bona fides or your level of importance, there have been some very high-ranking traitors in history. You must report it. It’s 99% sure that everything is on the level, but there’s that 1% chance that it isn’t. And reporting it helps establish your integrity.
If the universal laws of mystery and intrigue remain intact, you should have police knocking at your door this morning with a photo wanting to know if, “you’ve seen this man?”
Tonight, a frantick phone call from Liz telling you to meet her at the bus/train station because (now dead) Ke wanted her to pass along a small package.
Adventure will ensue…
P.S. Tell your dad to get the hell out of town for a few days. Tell him not to use his credit card. He’s doublessly an unwitting dupe in all this.
You’re friend is complacent in this in some way. Corner him and beat the truth out of him before he’s eliminated to maintain secrecy.
Assume you’re being followed by a large, military type in civilian clothes.
Get a gun, cash and a toothbrush. You won’t be home for a while.
You can use this board to post messages and inquiries but trust no-one and don’t give away your location.
If you happen see an elderly mystery writer who has just arrived in town from her home in Maine, YOU leave town. Tonight. If you are related to her, leave NOW.
Roland Orzabal: I met a guy with a legitamite business who helps people find cell phones. He told me to give him a call when I seperate from the Air Force since I’ll be trained in the same field.
Officer: Good job future Airman. Something fishy is going on here. We’ll get on this right away.
One thing I don’t understand. What kind of move did your father think would be possible to make on a girl who’s franticly trying to locate her purse?
How. Much. Fun.
Great story. If fun things keep happening to you like this, you really should consider blogging them. You’ve got a good writing style, and it would be interesting to read about.
Of course, that doesn’t preclude your posting here.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Not the Official SDMB Mark of Woman-Imposed Heterosexual Male Doom! In the name of Og, do you have any idea how many threads we’ve had, even in my just-over-one-year posting history, that have expounded upon the evils of Nice Guys (and you even capitalized it!) and the plight they impose both on themselves and womankind? I have been marked as an untouchable! Please, I beg of you, take it back! Take it back!
[sub]In all honesty, I took it as a compliment, so thank you. Nice Guys (the capitalized version) do have a bit of a bad reputation around here, though.[/sub]

Not to worry. If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure you’ll do your time as a Shallow Jerk, have an occasional off-night as a Pompous Ass and perhaps even spend some nights as a Self-Centered Fuckwit. We all have our momensts. In this story, however, you are unfortunately cast in the role of Ineffectual Nice Guy.
So you haven’t actually reported the incident? It doesn’t matter what you think of his bona fides or your level of importance, there have been some very high-ranking traitors in history. You must report it. It’s 99% sure that everything is on the level, but there’s that 1% chance that it isn’t. And reporting it helps establish your integrity.
I did report it. Hence the “yeah, though of that, took care of it” at the very beginning of your quote. My recruiter wrote it down, called some Army person, checked Ke’s name, and told me not to worry about it. If there’s any additional investigation going on, I’m probably not going to hear about it unless it’s vitally important, so unless I’m instructed to do otherwise, I’m going to continue under Situation Normal.
Not to worry. If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure you’ll do your time as a Shallow Jerk, have an occasional off-night as a Pompous Ass and perhaps even spend some nights as a Self-Centered Fuckwit. We all have our momensts. In this story, however, you are unfortunately cast in the role of Ineffectual Nice Guy.
Greeeeat. I feel so much better now. 
Greeeeat. I feel so much better now.
Roland, I’m actually the CEO of Self-Centered Fuckwits, and we’d love to have you join us as soon as you’re done with your Nice Guy enlistment.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go steal some girl’s cell phone.
So, you accepted the job, right?
Several good spy novels started just like that. Take notes. Maybe you can write one.