The Army can be a funny place sometimes.
Had a 12 mile march this morning which was as fun as it ever is. Now, alot of you "old hands" already know the pantyhose trick, but for the benefit of those who have never had this sort of job, here's the deal: a cheap 99c pair of lady's nylon hose can save you a great deal of pain and discomfort if you're on a long march. It's a pretty common practice and probably has been for many years. Bet you didn't know that America's soldiers are a bunch of nancy cross-dressers!
Anyway, to get to the point, I forgot to stop by the store and pick up a pair prior to this morning's event. Dreading the thought of my feet being covered in quarter-sized blisters, I knew I had to do something and *fast*. The solution? I found myself in a bizarre moment of self-awareness digging through my wife's lingerie drawer. Found a pair that both suited my purposes nicely and she is unlikely to miss. (They're now full of holes that would have been in my feet!)
Never, ever, in all my life did I imagine anything as demasculating as snooping through Mrs. VOR's sundrie undies looking for something to wear to work. I may never be the same.
PS: I felt pretty.
