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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Chair Saga (¶6)


I suppose by now most of you are picturing mounds of dead chairs adorning the avenues of approach to every building on base. After all, office chairs take up a certain amount of space (won’t fit in the dumpster), are not generally stackable, and certainly are not very burnable (as is most of the office trash around here). Well, Marines, never given to throwing stuff away (after all, efficiency and the can-do attitude of Marines has been overcoming the deficiencies of the discarded equipment that is cast off onto the Marine Corps by the other services for centuries), have discovered that the dead chairs (the plastic molded body supports, anyway) make great relaxation zones in break areas (called ‘smoke pits’ due to the major activity conducted therein). As the final chapter in the Chair Sagas, therefore, I have chosen to allow you to observe the practical frugality of Marines seeking to improve every aspect of their life with the means at hand.

Semper Fi, Jon G.

2 Comments:

Blogger JarHedJon said...

Helen: Yes, I was surprised that you didn't decide to get 'left behind' when you went out there to get George and Wanda settled in..
Glad the wedding went well...
Semper Fi, Jon G.

10:36 AM  
Blogger JarHedJon said...

Matt: Yes, left here by the Air Force, as I understand, better quality stuff than the recycled no-longer-authorized brown t-shirt rag netting that the Marines usually get issued, even has a cheesecloth backing. I was thinking of snagging some and sending it to Mom to make a desert cammouflage boatcloak out of to wear to a field mess night that we might have some time in the future...
Semper Fi, Jon G.

10:42 AM  

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