Requalified on the Springfield .40 today. Almost the entire graveyard crew was there with Judy (who brought the guns from Monte Carlo and took care of the paperwork), Guy, Ted, Jo(s)e, 77Dwayne, Schempp and Redneck Randy all showing up.
Redneck Randy can really shoot. Apparently he has been shooting since shortly after birth, because his target was more or less one big hole in the middle. I managed to qualify, but there was a shot in the head and one in the crotch of my target. Jo(s)e pointed out the crotch shot and I told him it meant don't mess with my woman, cause I'd just as soon shoot you as look at you. Jo(s)e pointed out I don't currently have a woman, and I told him not to worry about that, just file it away for future reference.
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Finally, after several months, we had some decent nudity at work.
X-Ray and I rolled on a noise complaint in a hot tub suite on 29. A pretty ugly Mexican guy answers the door. The music is pretty loud and we see a stark naked young lady walk in from the bathroom.
We tell the guy he's got to keep it down. Then the girl, still buck naked, sashays over and announces they are getting married in a couple of hours so, on behalf of the International Henry Units, I offer congratulations.
X-Ray and I were also thinking - as you, no doubt, would've been - "Look, it's none of our business, but if you're getting married in a couple of hours, who the hell's the naked blonde in the sack? The maid of honor?"
I am not making that up. There was another pretty young thing sitting in bed, and X-Ray and I discussed this and agreed the part about getting married was complete crap; they were working girls because anyone else would've covered up. Most women would not waltz to the door naked.
Redneck Randy and I were changing after work and as I was walking out FTO Terry, pulling some dayshift OT, walks into the changing room. He had gotten off work at 2300 last night and didn't look altogether pleased to be back at 0630. I mocked him by greeting him warmly.
"Get your fucking ass out of my face," he said graciously.
"Oh shit," Redneck Randy yells. "Is that Terry?"
"You're goddamn right it is. Now why don't you shut the fuck up?"
"Careful, Randy, don't drop anything."
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