That’s Why The Navy Has A Poop Deck
(I’m in class for my military training. During a lecture, I get a strong call from Mother Nature. I quietly tell the person next to me to assure accountability and leave. I haven’t been feeling good the past few days so I’m there for twenty minutes. When I get back the class is on a short break. The acting squad leader approaches me.)
Squad Leader: “Where’d you go?”
Me: “Latrine.”
Squad Leader: “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Me: “I told the person next to me. Did she not say anything?”
Squad Leader: “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Me: “You were across the room…”
Squad Leader: “You need to tell me when you leave!”
Me: “It was urgent! You were 20 feet away!”
Squad Leader: “You need to tell me!”
Me: *giving up* “Okay, fine.”
(He leaves, satisfied. I turn to another classmate who was eavesdropping.)
Me: “Does he seriously expect me to interrupt a lecture by screaming ‘I gotta poop!’ across the room?”
Classmate: “Well, this is the Army…”