- Joined
- May 28, 2001
I love retirement!!
A few days ago my best friend from high school sent me a 'Viet Nam Veteran' cap. I never had one of these before, and I was pretty hyped about it, especially because my friend was considerate enough to take the time to send it to me.
Yesterday, I wore it when I went toWal-Mart. There was nothing in particular that I needed at the world's largest retailer;but, since I retired, trips to Wally-World to look at the Wal-Martians is always good for some comic relief.
Besides, I always feel pretty normal after seeing some of the people that frequent the establishment. But, I digress... enough of my psychological fixations.
While standing in line to check out, the guy in front of me, probably in his early thirties, asked, "Are you a Viet Nam Vet?"
"No," I cagily replied with the frivolous non-truth!
"Then why are you wearing that cap?"
"Because I couldn't find the one from the War of 1812." I thought this was a verysnappy retort.
"The War of 1812, huh?" the Wal-Martian queried, "When was that?"
God forgive me, but I couldn't pass up such an opportunity. "1936," I answered as straight-faced as possible.
He pondered my response for a moment and responded, "Why do they call it the War of 1812 if it was in 1936?"
"It was a Black Op! No one is supposed to know about it." So help me, this was beginning to be way too much fun!
"Dude! Really?" he exclaimed. "How did you get to do something that COOOOL?"
I glanced furtively around me for maximum effect, leaned toward the guy and in a low voice said, "I'm not sure. I was the only Caucasian on the mission." (It was a Black Op, after all.)
"Dude," he was really getting excited about what he was hearing, "that is seriously awesome! But, didn't you kind of stand out?"
"Not really. The other guys were wearing white camouflage."
The moron nodded knowingly.
"Listen man," I said in a very serious tone, "You can't tell anyone about this. It's still 'top secret' and I shouldn't have said anything."
"Oh yeah?"he gave me the 'don't threaten me look.' "Like, what's gonna' happen if I do?"
With a really hard glare I said, "You have a family don't you? We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, now would we?"
The guy gulped, tried to swallow, started sweating and then left his basket where it was and swiftly fled through the door. By this time the lady behind me was about to have a heart attack she was laughing so hard. I just looked at her and grinned like the cat that just ate the canary!
After checking out and going to the parking lot I saw Dimwit leaning in a car window talking to a young woman. Upon catching sight of me he started pointing excitedly in my direction. Giving him another 'deadly serious look', I made the 'I see you' gesture. He turned kind of pale, then green and then purple, jumped in the car and then without delaysped out of the parking lot.
What a great time! Tomorrow I'm going back with my Homeland Security cap.
Then the next day I will go to the drivers license office and wear my Border Patrol hat, and see how long it takes to empty the place.
Whoever said retirement is boring; you just need the right kind of cap!
A few days ago my best friend from high school sent me a 'Viet Nam Veteran' cap. I never had one of these before, and I was pretty hyped about it, especially because my friend was considerate enough to take the time to send it to me.
Yesterday, I wore it when I went toWal-Mart. There was nothing in particular that I needed at the world's largest retailer;but, since I retired, trips to Wally-World to look at the Wal-Martians is always good for some comic relief.
Besides, I always feel pretty normal after seeing some of the people that frequent the establishment. But, I digress... enough of my psychological fixations.
While standing in line to check out, the guy in front of me, probably in his early thirties, asked, "Are you a Viet Nam Vet?"
"No," I cagily replied with the frivolous non-truth!
"Then why are you wearing that cap?"
"Because I couldn't find the one from the War of 1812." I thought this was a verysnappy retort.
"The War of 1812, huh?" the Wal-Martian queried, "When was that?"
God forgive me, but I couldn't pass up such an opportunity. "1936," I answered as straight-faced as possible.
He pondered my response for a moment and responded, "Why do they call it the War of 1812 if it was in 1936?"
"It was a Black Op! No one is supposed to know about it." So help me, this was beginning to be way too much fun!
"Dude! Really?" he exclaimed. "How did you get to do something that COOOOL?"
I glanced furtively around me for maximum effect, leaned toward the guy and in a low voice said, "I'm not sure. I was the only Caucasian on the mission." (It was a Black Op, after all.)
"Dude," he was really getting excited about what he was hearing, "that is seriously awesome! But, didn't you kind of stand out?"
"Not really. The other guys were wearing white camouflage."
The moron nodded knowingly.
"Listen man," I said in a very serious tone, "You can't tell anyone about this. It's still 'top secret' and I shouldn't have said anything."
"Oh yeah?"he gave me the 'don't threaten me look.' "Like, what's gonna' happen if I do?"
With a really hard glare I said, "You have a family don't you? We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, now would we?"
The guy gulped, tried to swallow, started sweating and then left his basket where it was and swiftly fled through the door. By this time the lady behind me was about to have a heart attack she was laughing so hard. I just looked at her and grinned like the cat that just ate the canary!
After checking out and going to the parking lot I saw Dimwit leaning in a car window talking to a young woman. Upon catching sight of me he started pointing excitedly in my direction. Giving him another 'deadly serious look', I made the 'I see you' gesture. He turned kind of pale, then green and then purple, jumped in the car and then without delaysped out of the parking lot.
What a great time! Tomorrow I'm going back with my Homeland Security cap.
Then the next day I will go to the drivers license office and wear my Border Patrol hat, and see how long it takes to empty the place.
Whoever said retirement is boring; you just need the right kind of cap!
