That awkward moment when you are the only one walking between two Marine Recruitment people and you say "hi" to break the ice as you pass by, and then they say "How are you?" And that is the moment where it all goes down hill. The conversation has begun and they will pull the information right out of you. You will have to sell your soul.
So instead of replying, "well, how about yourself" (like a normal person would )and moving on,
I replied, "I like your pants."
The response really threw them off, they looked down at their pants, and I took off before they could collect themselves. A narrow escape, and I didn't mean it as an insult.
I really did like their pants, comparatively, with mine I would have preferred theirs.
I did all of this while I was holding 5 chocolate chip cookies that I had taken from the Caf with the 6th one half in my mouth.
Judge me if you will, but I have the power of saying whether or not I fancy your pants.
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