If Starch Were Like Steak I was told to wear a pressed and starched uniform today. Fortunately, I had one in my closet. I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't like to Starch my Uniforms. Mostly because the Starch irritates the heck out of my skin, but if the Sergeant says 'wear a pressed uniform', I say 'medium or well done?' Regardless, they have a press shop here on post, where you drop off your uniform and pick it up 24 hours later. I could have sworn I had asked for a medium rare starch. When I cracked that thing open this morning, it turned out to be Extra Crispy. No wait, that's chicken. Anyway, I found myself with a wedgy and it was difficult to move. And my joints were starting to feel a chaffing. I didn't wear a jacket this morning because the cold couldn't break the material. The Colonel asked me wear it was when I walked in. Maybe I should ask for a light starch next time. That might get me a well done starch. -SGT E: # 5:12 PM - |