and the skipper says that theres no way of knowing when youll head home and one guy about four tables down stands up and starts yelling fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck and he picks up his tray and whips it against the bulkhead and the spaghetti sticks to the bulkhead and then starts sliding down and this guy starts laughing and laughing , and he cant stop , he tries to sit down in the little plastic swivel chair and then slides out and on the floor laughing and laughing and laughing , and later you hear that he is a os , works in combat on the radar and that his wife told him that if he was extended one more time that she was going to divorce his ass .