Tonight...was a very odd night.

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.

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 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.

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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.

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.

Greeeeat. I feel so much better now. :smiley:

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.