NCOs and Hanging Out with Army People

Does anyone else ever get the urge to go 'sort out' their husband's NCO?

You know the kind of asshole NCOs...the ones who are just sadistic with the kind of crap they pull and send your hubby home in a foul mood at the end of every day.

Anyone recognise that type?

Well my hubby has one of those right now and I really really want to go find him, shout at him (probably unintelligibly because after all, I am English), kick him in the balls, march off and probably get picked up by the MPs on my way out of there.

And really I know I shouldn't be thinking like that and making comments like that because men tend to take that the wrong way, like you think they need to be protected or something. But it's really not that. I grew up in the kind of area where if someone messed with a loved one, then it was your job as a friend/family member/spouse to go smash their head into the sidewalk/pavement, repeatedly.

It's kind of like some kind of instinct now, you know, like having a pee...ok well not quite.

Go go gadget irate English girl. Kitty English - pocket ninja.

Thankfully this jackass is PCSing soon(ish). Well, allegedly - it's kind of like a big secret when he's actually going but much like the funeral of Oliver Cromwell, I think it will be a cause for celebration. He is not particularly well liked.

But nevermind, it's the weekend and then we get to do it all again!! *Big cheesy grin*

My second topic for today is about hanging out with other Army people. Some guy in my husband's section has invited us bowling tonight and because we're trying to be more sociable instead of staying home and watching Sci-Fi all night or RPGing, we said yes. But you know, it's an odd situation. Firstly, the bowling.

I've only been once, bowling didn't really get big in my area of England and I can't even think of a bowling alley near my hometown. The one time I went bowling, I found it boring and so when this guy invited my husband and I to go bowling, the hubby had a bit of a quandary and explained to the other guy that I didn't really care for it.

'Oh' says the other guy, 'Well there's a bar there too!'

Hubby had no more reservations about this social outing. 'Bar' is like a magic word to me. It's not that I'm an alcoholic but the main form of socialisation where I'm from centres around pub culture and you know, goddamnit, it's Friday - BEER! I do wonder though about how quick this guy mentioned the bar in connection with me, kind of make me wonder what gossip's going round about me. Maybe my three or four beers when working on the FRG stall on the 4th of July gained me a rep? Or the amount of times I've been spotted in the pub knocking back pints...but whatever, not important.

The second reason why this situation is kind of odd is that this guy is going to be bringing his wife and I can just see it now, we're just going to get stuck with each other. We don't know each other but because our husbands are friends, we're kind of under pressure to get along.

Hell I hope this woman drinks or it's going to be downright uncomfortable!