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I thought I might end up in jail today...:shock:

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We had a little job to do today at a home we had added a bathroom to a couple months ago. I walked up to the door and heard the elderly lady inside singing away in a very happy voice. Well she is home at least, so I rang the door bell. When she opened up the door I thought the house was on fire! Then I saw that she had a huge doobie in her hand. It wasn't like a normal joint, it was like a brush fire or a stogie. She let us in and we did our job while she sang and danced around. Pretty wierd! Her husband came out as we were leaving and was flying as well. We left the home smelling like we had been to an all-night Greatful Dead concert. I can still smell the stuff on me as I write this. Our next stop was a remodel for a long time customer who just happens to be a DEA agent, I have perfect timing don't I? He let us in and started sniffing at us. I told him about our last call and the old dopers, he has known me long enough to believe our story and we did not go to the old Graybar Hotel, but he did kinda give me the ole' skunk-eye. Like, what a day dudes and dudettes. Totally. DC
 
Walked into my apartment and all of the furniture was pulled to the center of the room and I could smell fresh paint. "Cool, they're painting the apt." I thought. About that time this old dude came out from one of the back bedrooms with a paint roller in his hand and all he was wearing was a pair of cut-off jeans, converse low tops and a baseball cap turned backwards. He introduced him self (he couldn't have been more than about 5'6" and 125 lbs soaking wet. He had a "roofers tan," a pony tail and a salt n pepper beard about collar bone length. Had to be in his late 50's I would guess. We chatted for a second then he pulled a hash pipe from his pocket, lit 'er up, took a hit and asked me if I wanted any? I politely declined, he hit it again and went back to painting. I "remembered" that I needed to be some where else (any where would be fine) and I left for several hours. When I got back the place was done, furniture was back in place and there wasn't a drop of spilled paint or "over paint" any where. I swear the dude painted our entire place with an 10 inch roller. 'Course from the height he had to be flying, he probably could see everything in great detail.

therick
 
I was a Holding Company waiting a The Barracks I was was three stories and was preparing for Base Inspection. At the time was one of the senior men in the barracks not assigned tempera's job some were on base, so I was in charge 12 men cleaning the Heads ( Rest rooms For you Non Sailing Typies). Using 6 teams of 2.There was 2 men in each heads on each floor. Keeping me almost running, At the I time I had one Of Meanest Head of my Life. In one the head when I came the two Sailors were standing a open windrow Smoking. With my own Head stuffed like it was I did smell nothing wrong. Looking the room over and liking what I saw I told them to go a head and take a 10 minute break. If I Had Really Known What those two up I would chewed their a--es out and would told them put the carp a way, I DID NOT CATCH ON TO WHAT WAS GOING ON.


I went and checked on the other team and worked my way back to the two Sailors hanging out the windrow. Before I was three Full paces on to the the Master At Arms and two Petty Officers walked behind me. They Got the two Sailors on four charges each and Did Not Even Talk to Me. To rest of the Men in the Barracks that Made Me Look REALLY BAD.
 
And I saw Police Officers Hiding behind everything in site. and that one time was one time to many for Me. To I will Not Any Thing I Do Not Have To.
 
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