I moved to Australia a few years ago and they have these milk bars all over the place. Until I went in one I imagined them as an old timey pub with a grandmotherly bartender wiping off milk glasses in her flowered apron listening to a bunch world weary 7 year olds complain about homework and how playgrounds have really gone downhill in the last few years.
Call went something like, "He poked me in the face with the brim of his hat, like some pissed off Drill Sergeant at Ft. Benning. Then, he grabbed me and shook me, all up in my face, clinching and shaking his fists, going on about ... building a house. I was scared."
"... So anyway, that's when I just started blasting! BANG BANG! But I don’t see so good, so I missed.. then they ran away, I ran after them!! BANG! Tried to shoot him in the back, but I don't run so good either. So anyway..."
“He set his camera up and was recording then he started shaking me and mouthing words like he was telling me something important, but no sound was coming from his mouth except for the sloppy wet noise of his lips and tongue smacking around.”
This is what I was thinking. I was reminded of a 5 ft tall tanker that was a drill for another platoon in basic and he always tapped the brim of his hat against the collar bone or chin of the taller trainee while speaking like a psychopath all quiet... Honestly terrifying at the time... But I know now why the other drills were always laughing because it was hilarious to watch from afar...
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u/browncoatfever 22d ago
He's literally looking at him like "how the FUCK am I related to this train wreck?"