“SIDNK”
During the Air Force Academy’s basic cadet training, the new cadets, known as doolies, go through a ten-day encampment outdoors. Prior to being served in the chow tent, they are required to do pullups and then get in line to answer questions about the academy. If they answer correctly, they are allowed to proceed inside. If not, they are sent to the back of the line.
One doolie had been sent back a number of times because he didn’t reel off the answers. When the poor cadet came up again, a sympathetic upperclassman asked him, “What does the abbreviation S. I. D. N. K. stand for?”
The doolie bowed his head and replied, “Sir, I do not know.”
“Right!” the upperclassman said. “Go on in there and get some chow!”
Taking me for granted
My husband and I, married 13 years, were dressing for a party. I’d spent all day getting a haircut and a perm, then as we were leaving, we met in the hall and he said nothing. I complained that he had not even noticed my hair. “You used to pay attention to every little thing, and now you don’t notice anything! You take me for granted!”
My husband stood there rubbing his face as he let me rant and rave. Then it hit me: he’d shaved off his six-month-old beard.
Toughness
A former Marine sergeant took a new job as a school teacher; but just before the school year started he injured his back. He was required to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body. Fortunately, the cast fit under his shirt and wasn’t noticeable.
On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school. The smart-alecky punks, having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine, were leery of him. They decided to see how tough he really was, before trying any pranks.
Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide and sat down at his desk. When a strong breeze made the teacher’s tie flap, he picked up a stapler and promptly stapled the tie to his chest.
He had no trouble with discipline that year.
