Those Crazy Kids

I had a 24 hour work day yesterday. We left the hotel at 3 in the afternoon. We didn't get back to the hotel until 3:30 the next afternoon. It was like... any little thing that could go wrong did go wrong.

We got de-iced 3 times in Ramstein and when we were finally coming back to Germany the visibility where we were supposed to land, that being Leipzig, was zero so we had to divert to Berlin and then drive for 2 hours to get to where we were supposed to be.

It was great fun and all that.

But the really great part was that I got to help corrupt a 19 year old Airman.

Sweet kid: babyfaced, 19 years old and a Mormon from Utah. Poor kid had been a bit sheltered...

So my jumpseat was right across from this poor kid and a bunch of other Airmen and I got to talking about Thailand with some of the Sergeants and the things that go on in Thailand... more specifically the shows.

(If you want to know what I'm talking about when I refer to "the shows". There is a Post Here that should enlighten you)

now we weren't going into graphic detail but it was obvious to all involved in the conversation just what was meant. Except this poor kid. He asked what the shows were and it went something like...

Me: Well... I'll tell you on the ground. I really don't want to talk about it here.
Him: Could you demonstrate then?
C Cabin: *DIES LAUGHING*
Me: *sputters and blushes*
Him: What?

The poor kid had no idea why his buddies were laughing so hard.

Once we landed I pulled him aside and very quietly told him what went on in these shows. They're so cute when they blush *g*

But yes, I had a hand in corrupting a sweet, innocent kid. Someone had to do it.