More than a few years back, at the Shaw O'club, we were deep into an evening of fighter pilot wilding. Crud, a broken door, a few broken tables (one of the F-16 squadron's table mysteriously ended up on the golf course....on fire), lots of choir practice, got invited then dis-invited to a retirement party in another part of the club when they didn't approve of our re-enactment of the formal dining room scene from the Great Santini, and other Friday Night Bar Olympics type events. Finally the crowds started to ease off.
We settled into a friendly game of 4-5-6 on the crud table. With about $1,200 on the table, we aren't bothering anyone when this older gentleman comes up to the table and says, "Are you guys gambling?"
A Lt. replies, "No, we are just rolling dice and we are using money to keep score." We thought that was hysterical.
He then says, "Should you guys be doing this?" Someone comments, "Look, if you are going to join us, you have to get at the end of the line." More laughter.
Then this older gentleman produces an ID card...... dead silence until someone says "General Nelson....welcome to Shaw, sir!" He had just taken over 9AF a couple days prior.