This morning I stopped to get coffee.
I suppose I need to expound on that at bit.
This morning on my way to work, I stopped at the Quick Mart on base to get a cup of coffee (for those of you just joining us, I’m currently working for the US Air Force on Elmendorf Air Force Base, I’ll be there for about another year, then I’m going back to being retired). Now, these days I usually drink decaf, but this morning I had a dozen meetings and I was very tired – I felt like I needed to be heavily caffeinated, preferable intravenously if at all possible. I had damned near fallen asleep while waiting to get on base – the lines were extra long today (You can always tell when the military is manning the gates and not the lean mean donut eating machine rent-a-cops, the military actually checks IDs and looks in your car – this takes longer, hence the line. The rent-a-cops mostly shoot the shit with each other and dream about being real police). Just inside the back gate, there’s a small mini mart type store, the coffee there is fairly decent – so I stopped to get a cup of something called “Columbian Energy Blend.” Which, when I type it, sounds like something that would get you five years in a spiffy orange jumpsuit.
I took the cup up to the register.
In line ahead of me were an Airman, a Marine, and a Soldier.
I realized that I was looking dead into the face of a joke:
The Wingwiper had a poppy seed bagel and a bottle of cranberry juice.
The Jarhead had a bag of beef jerky and a soda.
The Squid (me) had a large black cup of thick bitter coffee.
And the GI had two chili cheese dogs, with onion, and a large energy drink.
“Breakfast of Champions,” I said
The Airman ignored me.
The Marine nodded curtly, gave me the once over, and said,“Morning, Sir.”
The Soldier grinned, and said “We’ve got an eight mile run this morning, I need the carbs. I’m hungover as fuck.”
An eight mile run on a hangover with a stomach full of chili cheese dog?
Damn, I miss those days.
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten for breakfast?