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"MY ERRONEOUS ZONES........"
"MY ERRONEOUS ZONES........"
"GET YOUR FINGER OUTTA MY.."
Early on in my tour of duty in the USN I re-
ceived orders to a small Naval Facility up in
Argentia, Newfoundland. During WWII it had been a
very large base of operations for the north At-
lantic destroyer fleet as well as a huge naval
air station, but in the years following it had
been scaled back to just a fraction of its former
activity. By the time I got there,the population
was in the hundreds as opposed to the tens of
thousands once posted there.
As a result of the efforts to consolidate the
remaining facilities,we were assigned living quar-
ters in a huge (at least by NFLD standards) mega-lith of a building that had formerly been the Of-
ficers quarters. It was a ten story concrete hulk
that,if viewed from above, would look like a
giant cross,app.300 ft. longways by 200 ft cross-
ways. It was often so foggy you couldn't see the
ground from the second or third floor.
It was literally possible if you were so in-
clined to spend a week or longer without ever
leaving the place. There was the medical and den-
tal depts.,church,chow hall,laundry,mini-mart,
rec. rooms,TV lounges,payroll,credit union,weight
room,com.kitchens,hotel,photo lab,and even a bowl-
ing alley. The remaining seven floors,well,thats
where we ran amok! If those walls could talk....
It was like the proverbial kid in a candy store
only there was a bunch of kids, tons of candy,and
not a clerk in sight! Oh, did I mention the trap
and skeet range in front of the building?
About this same time, the US Govt. was in a
mad scramble to clean up many of the hazards left
from times previous, one of the being the removal
of all the asbestos from the "Q".(short for BOQ)
This involved stripping the insulation and re-
placing all the steam risers(pipes)from the base-
ment to the roof. During this process there would
be a period of 2 or 3 days between removal and re-
placement when there would be a 10 or 11 inch hole
between your rooom and the one below etc. Of course all kinds of things were making that fall,
pennies, shoes, food, bottles etc.
So, one afternoon we were sitting around
drinking a few Blue Stars when the unmistakeble
sounds of a rather oblivious girl in the room be-
low mine came loud and unmuffled through the 2
gaping holes in the floor. Not wanting to ruin the
moment, we just kept to our business,and listened
intently. We soon came to realize that the other
half of the equation down below was a co-worker
of ours, this crazy dude from socal named "Stan".
(His real name?) Well,just when we figured they
were about spent,Stan lets out with a howl and
screams "GET YOUR FINGER OUTTA MY ASSHOLE,ASSHOLE!!!"
Needless to say all discretion was lost at that time....
The next day word traveled like wild fire.
Asshole being the operative word. I was finally
able to corner Stan and I asked him what the hell
happened. He looked at me in disbelief and said
"man,that chick is crazy, she kept trying to put
her fingers in my erroneous zone!!! ......He never
told us if he liked it or not...........
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
THX TO XPB For the memory stimulus
7/18/2005 6:51 pm
Obviously the lady was a bit more experienced than Stan.|
I had a dog named Stan
7/19/2005 12:16 pm
Stan,dog.....yeah,I could see that....a Doberman Pinched-her?|
Mhh-once Johnny,...just once....
7/19/2005 8:08 pm
Orange you glad she didn't use a banana...|
7/20/2005 1:08 pm
Well, that gets Stann off MY list.... *muahahahahaha*|
1/4/2006 1:55 am
Thanks for that tidbit, 14u... I'm still chuckling to myself... |