True story.
Panama, 2005. I was taking part in the annual PANAMAX exercises. The first 3 days or so is a run-up to the actually execution of the exercises. Myself and another 2nd Class are assigned to the MCPON (Mastercheif Petty Officer of the Navy, the navy's most-senior enlisted person) when he gets here. We are to get his baggage and make sure he and his entourage find their taxi's and get to thier hotel rooms asap. The other 2nd Class and I are a little excited to be able to meet the MCPON as this isn't something that happens to a typical enlisted person. Off the plane he has 2-1st Classes wearing the prototype BDU's and work uniforms. We approach them and let them know we are the escorts for them. Without batting an eye they tell us that the MCPON is off-limits, do not attempt to talk to him, do not attempt to get his attention, in fact, don't even look at him. My fellow 2nd Class looks at me with a curious look, I return it. The MCPON is too busy on his cell-phone to pay attention to what is going on.
So we gather his luggage, the MCPON's party goes elsewhere for an interview or some such nonesense, and the 2nd Class I'm with gathers up the luggage and we head off to the taxi stand. In a fit of brilliant evil we decide that since the MCPON is a diva, we'll put his bags in a taxi going to the other side of the city (Panama City) and let him find out where the **** his **** went. We later found out he was pissed beyond measure. My friend and I couldn't have been more happy with our efforts.
My reserve contract ended this past september. I'm glad I won't have to deal with these new uni's.
