When I was in the army, Randy was my best friend. I was the NCOIC Non-commissioned Officer In Charge) and was supposed to be like an office manager. But, given my history so far and Randy’s mischievous nature, we still found ways to bolster our reputations of not always being serious.
The office I was in charge of cut (typed and prepared) orders (on paper) for just about anything that happened at Fort Campbell. I had a civilian boss and civilian young women and a couple older women. Mrs. Nelson, was a motherly type. The young women in their 20’s like us were extremely cute.
Both Randy and I were married, but did blurt a bit. Every morning, Mrs. Anderson would get to the office before Randy and me. When we came in she would greet us with her version of a subtle reminder we were married.
Like the same as every day, we greeted her. “Hi. Good morning Mrs. Anderson, both Randy and I would say.
“I’m fine,” she would reply. “And how are your WIVES this morning?”
That morning, before I could say anything, Randy said, “My wife is pregnant!”
“How wonderful,” Mrs. Anderson said. “How far along is she?”
Randy looked at his wristwatch. “Oh, about half an hour I’d say.”
That kind of ended her everyday greeting.
