H2-Slow, Part 34
I recall my time at the military base. We had a big plastic trash can that we’d fill with ice and bottles of water and stick next to the front door for people coming in and out from patrols.
This particular day, the sergeant told a private to refill the trash can with water.
Private: “…Fill it with water, sergeant?”
Sergeant: “Yeah, get to it. Get that s*** full before we have to head out again.”
Sure enough, we all came downstairs twenty minutes later, and the private had opened up and poured the contents of several cases of water into the trash can; dozens of water bottles littered the floor.
To this day, I can’t describe the look of disbelief on the sergeant’s face. Without saying anything, he picks up one of the remaining full bottles of water and dunks it into the ice water.
Nor will I forget the look of instantaneous realization on that private’s face as his eyes grew wide and said:
Private: “Ohhhh. I thought that was a pretty stupid idea.”
Related:
H2-Slow, Part 33
H2-Slow, Part 32
H2-Slow, Part 31
H2-Slow, Part 30
H2-Slow, Part 29
