I went to an Army Recruitment office, asking for some donated paraphernalia for an up-coming church activity. It went something like this:Me :(hat on, very little make-up): Hi, I am doing an ARMY-themed activity and was wondering if there were posters or something that could be donated for us to set up?
Fatigue-clad gentleman (mid-thirties): Well, uh...we just moved to this building, and well...everything is sort of a mess right now. (sends another fatigue-clad gentleman to the back to look).
Me: Well, our event isn't for another 3 weeks, I can come back, if that's o.k.
Gentleman: our new building is just down the street, come back in 2 weeks.
Me: O.k., thank you so much. ( start to step out of the door).
Gentleman: Have you ever thought about joining the ARMY?
Me: Uh...? not really, I've got a car full of little ones. (the Mom-mobile was 2 feet away, crawling with antsy little ones).
Gentleman: ? What GRADE are you in?
Me: (laughing inside) Oh, I'm 30.
Gentleman: (pinkish) Wow, sorry M'am, I thought you were about 17.
oh boy.
