. . .a First Class Petty Officer. You decided to lay your cover right on my backpack. I am not sure why, but I would’ve gotten a good chuckle from seeing myself walk out of the building with a First Class cover on my head. Because it happened. And then, as I was getting ready for work the next day, it took two seconds to put the story together when I found your cover (very clean, thankfully!) with my uniform. All the Sailors on my next day shift laughed about it too. I accept my part in the mix-up. It is a good thing I got a lift home that day and only walked about fifty yards with your cover on.
. . .a waitress at Red Ramen, a popular Yokosuka dive. Argggh, so sorry some Sailor stiffed you on the bill. By the time I figured out what had occurred, they were gone. The whole, we don’t even know that guy, despite him sitting at our table, was a very poor excuse. I tried to pay for him, but you refused. We can do better and you could not have been nicer about it. . .
. . .a Third Class Petty Officer on my shift. I held my tongue when I overheard you talking about gun control. You said we are turning into a nation of John Waynes. And that only the police should have guns. That we should be more worried about getting killed in a movie theater by a guy trying to kill a mass shooter, than the mass shooter himself. Next time, I will squash that sort of speech though. Political yammering has got no place in uniform.
. . .the base internet provider. How is it that the service is so poor? Often pages never load. Is someone downloading a lot of content? Why not use a governor (guvernor) to mitigate their usage? I work very odd shifts currently while we are in port and sometimes I have a good connection. This tells me someone is overdoing the legal/illegal downloads.
. . .a certain military senior. I watch how you take our material, memorize it, and then berate your staff (quoting exact times and report numbers) for not knowing about it. Maybe I’ve said too much, but does this make us better?