Colonel: Good morning, son
Airman: Oh, hey, morning Bill
Colonel: Little late coming in today?
Airman: Yeah, sorry Bill, killer night last night, me at Lt. White were out drinking hard
Colonel: Lt. White?
Airman: You know Lt White. . . Jim. . . big Jim from the softball team, pitched a fit when AAFES ran out of chocolate covered macadamias
Colonel: Oh yeah Jim, red hair, swings a mean bat
Airman: Well anyway, Bill I'm so hungover I don't think I can do my PFT test today, my calves are burning, the bike test would just wear me out
