Scrambled Eggs - The End Of The Line?
Drafted. Hello Vietnam. Scratch the army, the navy’s for me, you don’t see aircraft carriers floating around in the jungle.
I volunteered. They have four years to fix that foible. They only needed a nanosecond.
Uncle Sam pays – well - enough to finance a Coke over the life of your enlistment. A young guy needs walking around money. WAM, I’ll get a real job, on the side.
One little bitty grill, a bunch of tired pilots getting a yummy breakfast before they fly off into the wild blue yonder. You need a cashier? Hey, I’m your guy.
Pssstttt. The cook didn’t show. No problemo.
Did I just volunteer?
Over easy, medium, poached – poached, you gotta be kiddin’!? Don’t break my yolk, sonny, I like’em sunny side up.
Crack an egg, slop grease on the griddle, ooze out of that shell baby, we’re cookin’.
Look at that line grow. Hey, a captain, scrambled eggs on his hat. That’s the ticket, scrambled eggs is the way to go. Today’s special, scrambled. You might as well order it; they’re coming out that way. And, what’s a little eggshell now and then. Hey, waste not want not.
Done for the day, done for eternity.
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