Here's one...
Raining like a mf'r earlier this morning before daybreak, get to the red light/crosswalk between the C-17 parking lot and one of the flightline access gates, and this gal is standing there soaking ass wet waiting on the light to change, rain water just beading off that ass. Mind you, I've got on a waterproof Frogg Togg fishing jacket, and a damn umbrella over my head. She turns and looks at me and sez…"You'd think someone with a rain jacket and an umbrella would offer a lady the umbrella." My response was purty simple..."You'd think a mf'r smart enough to work on Got Damn airplanes would be smart enough to own a f'ng umbrella." Light changes, I'm walking across the crosswalk, and holler back "stay dry, gonna be a damn wet one this morning."
Back story on this female turd who has the looks that might rival a Walmart 3 or 4 at best...idiot done been moved around to three different squadrons, was in C-5's and C-130's prior to her sorry ass landing here in C-17's...filed sexual harassment grievances against two guys in C-5's, and two guys in C-130's. Must be some hard up boys in the two previous squadrons...I wouldn't *f-wordk this nappy ass lookin' ho with any of ewe's peckers!