The Lady XO broke into hysterical laughter and just said. "The truth can sometimes be very funny." Then she smiled and said to me. "Meet me at the Navy laundromat at 1300, I will show you the marvels of what bleach can do." Anway, we got to talking over some bleach magic and I have to say. "She was really okay." That was what they call Navy A school. Yes, I learned a few things there. But the next comedy would be my Navy Dream Sheet. After you learn Navy talk at the A School, then you get to see where you are going. Of course, I thought "I was going to Europe. Oh yes, the bikini clad girls on the French Rivera, the beautiful Neopolitan Girls in Naples. Yes, real Civilization." Virtually everything I put in for on my dream sheet was for Europe. So when I got my orders, I couldn't wait to see what part of Europe I was going to. You can imagine my surprise when I looked at my orders and found that I was slated for Pacific duty. I went to Admin and said. "There must be a mistake on my orders." Admin said. "No mistake." But I said. "My dream sheet, I only requested Europe." Then I was told. "Its a dream, only a dream Sailor. The Navy sends you where they need you, and right now they need you in the Pacific." So, I was on my way to sunny California. I thought. "Its not Europe, but hey, they have a lot of beaches there. So what, if their void of any culture there, at least they have Mickey Mouse and Disney Land, and I always wanted to see Universal Studios someday anyway." But yet another dream would soon be dashed. I arrived at the Ship I was assigned to, only to find out that we were leaving for an 8 month West Pak the following day. I figured. "I couldn't see much of California in one day, so I decided to head to Mexico with a bunch of guys who said they were having one last fling there before we pulled anchor. And what a fling it was. They have some mighty powerful drinks South of the border. And the place we went to never closed." That morning I headed out on the 8 month West Pak with virtualy no sleep at all. I needed something to pick me up. I figured. "Well, how bad could Navy coffee be. If I could survive an entire day and night of partying in Mexico, I guess a cup of Navy Joe wouldn't kill me." I had to go up to the Bridge and get some information, I noticed there was a full pot of coffee there. So I figured. "Well maybe this will do the trick." I started to gulp down the cup of Joe, but then I noticed it had this taste, like it was oil or something. I took of the top of the pot and looked inside. There seemed to be a thick type of a tar like substance. It looked like the coffee pot wasn't scrubed in years. Of course, I was far from an expert on how to make a good pot of coffee, but I remembered what I had learned about the coffee pot, back in the office. One time I noticed that one of the girls in the office was cleaning the coffee pot, and I said to her. "Let me see what you're doing, so I can take a turn at cleaning the pot." There seemed to be a lot of heavy scrubing involved. She told me that. "It wasn't enough just to rinse out the coffee grains. Cleaning the pot of any residue makes all the difference." I was a quick learner and I took my fair share of turns cleaning the office coffee pot and everyone seemed satisfied. So when I noticed all the lead like coffee residue inside the Ships coffee pot, I knew what had to be done if I ever wanted to have a decent cup of coffee on the Bridge. I didn't want to attract any attention, especially since I was still the new guy in town, so I acted like the pot was empty. Even although it was about half full. "I said, better take this over for a refill." I headed to a deep sink, closed the door and poured that lead type film down the drain. Then I took a steal wool pad and scrubed the heck out of the pot. I could see years of coffee film going down the drain. After a few minutes the pot was cleaned and perking away. I poured a cup of the coffee and my hangover started to go away. Now I could finish up what I was doing and get some overdue shut eye. Just as I was about to turn in, I heard the Captain sreaming on the 1MC. He said. "Whoever just made coffee on the Bridge, report to the Bridge immediately." I walked back up to the Bridge wondering if someone croked or something drinking my coffee, but I figured. "Well what could I do? I got to the Bridge and told the Captain, yes, I did it, I made that coffee." The Captain stared at me for a few seconds, and said. "Are you sure you made that coffee?"
|
|
support@openfiction.com abuse@openfiction.com webmaster@openfiction.com |
Openfiction Build: 1.5 |
 |
OpenFiction is Copyright ©2000-2001 Atomic Systems IP Ltd. All Rights Reserved. All works are Copyright their author, no works may be reproduced or reprinted without their authors written permission |
 |
