I started writing down the things all the officers were chatting about this morning, but I felt myself getting progressively stupider with every word I transcribed. I quit before the migraine had a chance to attack.
Suffice it to say the conversation revolved around a 2.8 GPA, Harvard, vegetables, and “manly” food (steak, eggs, etc.).
You didn’t chime in with how thick your ball skin is and how strong your nut muscles are?
Aww man that would have been perfect. Unfortunately most everyone was out of the office by the time I returned from Tripler. There is always tomorrow!