Last night after Orientation at Fox & Hound (which was WONDERFUL BTW and I start officially tonight at 7) I stopped at the grocery store on my way home. While in the bread isle, a handsome young man walked up to me holding his hat in one hand and his green basket in the other.
“Excuse me miss,” he said, “I don’t mean this in a stalkery way or
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I was used to being around military bases where a man in uniform was just another Joe-sailor/soldier.
It was a Friday and I was working late, decided I was too lazy and hungry to change so I went ahead in my dress whites to the Ye Olde Falcon Pub (Davie, FL).
When I opened the door and stepped in the entire place went silent. Pin-drop kind of silent. I thought perhaps I was about to get my arse handed to me.
The next thing I know applause erupts and there was hoopin' and hollerin'. A couple at the first table grabs me and sits me down.
I didn't know it at the time but the bar that I would come to frequent (almost too frequently) was a cop and firefighter bar (Miami P.D., Miami CSI, Broward Sherrif, and most of the local municipalities gathered here)...and a lot of those ladies and gentlemen are prior service.
Long story short I walked out at 4:30 in the morning with a $16.00 tab.
I also became very, very selective about wearing that uniform in public ;). Never abuse a good thing.
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Thank you for sharing this story, it made me smile and feel all warm inside too like I was there and I dig that!
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