Strike whilst the iron is hot
I'm a former remf (stores).
This is a tale of a evening out with some buddies.
We lived on base, in accommodation that was single bed rooms, with shared washrooms and toilets.
We had arranged to go out for a few beers, but one of the team was running late as usual.
Ten minutes after the muster time, he was still in the shower.
I had gone to chase him, and he asked me to help him , as his going out clothes had just come back from the launderette.
He asked me to iron his jeans.
I agreed, and with half a tin of his starch, made sure he had razor sharp creases down the front.
He was not amused. 119