« Not my week | Main | FOAD Thursday »
August 9, 2006
MOVE IT!!!
If you are someone who feels the need to socialize with the Police guarding the gates to the base- Could you pull it the fuck over and come back for your chat- instead of sitting your ugly ass in front of me, forcing me to listen to my children ask 300 fucking questions about why it is taking so long- then breaking out in a fight over the issue?
This also applies to dumb shits who don't know how to get to the BX, commissary, or shopette. Here's in idea Einstein- Go through the gate, stop and walk back to ask Mr. Nice CopMan where the shit is- or better yet- go find someplace else to ask. I don't need to sit in my car behind your ignorant anencephalic ass while you figure out where the fuck you are going.
I am not letting the chatty-cathy cops off here either- if you are giving directions- see above suggestions for making it go quicker. If you feel the need to strike up a conversation with your buddy- get in the damned passenger seat and drive away, fuckstick. It infuriates me to no end to see you sit there and have a chuckle over the latest joke in the donut shop, while I sit idling in my car when gas is approaching $3.50 a gallon. Bad Cop- No Donut!
Then they wonder why I am not on the friendly express when I get to the gate... They say, "How are you doing ma'am," and I say nothing, or growl out a forced "Fine". That's me being nice instead of imbedding my id card in your fucking forehead, moron. It's rush hour, asshat- keep the traffic moving- as right now it is stacked into the road WAY BACK THERE.
I fucking hate people sometimes, I really do.
Posted by TheFreud at August 9, 2006 5:10 PM
Comments
Same thing happened to me once..
funny thing though, Dunkin Donuts was right across the street...guess how many there were taking thier lunch breaks.
thanks for the comments.
Posted by: ellie at August 9, 2006 5:45 PM
Whoa...way back when I still visited military bases (my dad was retired military and I used to take my mom to the commissary before she died), this was considered a *huge* no-no. The guard at the gate would motion you to the side parking if you had questions. There were always two guards on duty, one inside and one outside. If you had questions, you had to park and visit the nice inside guard. Same if you didn't have/needed a pass.
Of course, back then, you couldn't wear pants in the commissary and kids under 9 weren't allowed unless they were in the buggy seat. And the aisles had arrows telling you which direction you could go down the aisle *laughs*. Last time I took mom to the commissary she was shocked because the commissary was like any other grocery store with kids running around and people going up and down aisles willy-nilly. When she complained to an officer, he told her this is "the kindler, gentler army". *laughs* She didn't appreciate it.
Posted by: Maritzia at August 9, 2006 7:22 PM
"and kids under 9 weren't allowed unless they were in the buggy seat. And the aisles had arrows telling you which direction you could go down the aisle *"
Oh, may I join your mother in wishing this was still in effect? The traffic jams in our commissary, the kids running around with nary a parent in sight....apparently it's ok because, after all, this is base and EVERYONE here is military, and we all know there are no bad apples in the military.
Er, sorry, just came from the playground, wehre I wound up feeling responsible for the myraid of unsupervised kids running around. Irks me just a wee bit.
ANYWAY, dh is Security Battalion, which means the regular MPs will call on him when they're shorthanded, and he's had all the training. This is DEFINITELY not supposed to be happening, and he says that if you feel so inclined you could complain to the guard's command.
Posted by: Psychobabble at August 11, 2006 8:41 PM
