Thursday, April 29, 2010
Two days ago Geek Guy greeted me "Good morning" and said, "Fun is joining the Reserves."
"I said, Fun, is joining the Reserves."
"He's not done college. They'll send him somewhere. And he'll get shot!"
"He's joining the Navy Reserves."
"Yes. He'll be on a boat, with money to spend and nowhere to spend it."
Yesterday, I was greeted "Good morning" by Fun and, "I'm signing up with the Reserves."
"You'll get sent somewhere and get shot."
"No, no, this is the Navy Reserves."
"You can't swim."
"It's okay. We only go to somewhere in Alberta or Nova Scotia."
"Alberta? The Navy is stationed in Alberta? Wouldn't you mean B.C?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Something like that, but there's no ocean."
"How can you be in the Navy and not be on an ocean somewhere? And you haven't finished school!"
"No, no, Mom, this is only seasonal. I'm still in college."
"This is crazy. The army is not seasonal. Join them and they own you!"
"It's not the army, it's the navy and it's the reserves and we can work when we want."
"Read the fine print. Did you read the fine print?"
"There's no contract."
"Always read the fine print. I knew somebody who thought he was signing up temporarily. Surprise, surprise."
"Yeah, yeah, and I'll be out of the hole and be able to pay you guys back."
"Joining the navy means you'll be in the hole, in a ship, on an ocean somewhere, but not in Alberta."
Last month Speedy and Fun wrote RCMP entrance exams. That's the Mounties.
I've seen this coming forever with Fun but still cried myself to sleep the last two days.
(Photos: Last week in the cherry orchard at The Farm.)