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@ThatOneCrazyGuy, I remember those days. It's interesting that you got a mop for the puddle, we had potholes in our parking lot and we had to scoop the water out with shovels. And not just any old shovel, dirt shovels for digging holes. You know... The kind that hold virtually no liquid volume because they're only slightly rounded. My favorite was sweeping the sidewalk... in the desert...
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@SCBeauty, actually, even more ridiculous. So... back in the day: I'm a sergeant and I have two junior enlisted guys walking with me. We were heading to squadron headquarters which was across a giant field where we usually did PT and would have our huge squadron formations to hear whatever the LTC and CSM wanted to babble about for the week. So these two soldiers and I start walking across this field, as usual, and a 1SG (first sergeant) and CSM (command sergeant major) from another squadron are walking by us through said field. The 1SG stops and says "hey, sergeant wtf are you doing walking through my grass?" and I was like "heading to headquarters 1SG." He said, "no one walks on my grass but me!" And I guess by extension that means the CSM, too, since he outranks the 1SG, right? He then proceeds to make me and my two soldiers do push-ups, in the grass that we're not allowed to walk on despite having walked on it constantly for like 3 years AND he's currently walking on it. #ArmyLife
"Private, get out there and mop that rain up!"