How can I forget?
A few months ago I was pulled over by a Calif. motorcycle cop on a long downgrade on Rte 24 east of Oakland. I was going pretty fast and was a bit bummed out by the whole thing.
After getting my license & registration and checking me out on his radio or computer he walked back, handed me my papers and asked me, "What did you do in the Navy?" I guess they've got everything on their computers now, so I said "I was an aviator"? He replied cheerfully , "I was in the Navy too: I was in Submarines". I was so pissed I blurted out "Well I never met a submariner I really liked. He asked, still cheerfully " why is that". I said, "Late in my career, after squadron command. I had to go through some extended training in a submariner dominated program. It was like going through another tribe's puberty rite in middle age."
To my surprise he quickly guessed and asked, "Did you go through Nuclear power Training for a nuclear carrier?" "Yes," I said. "What prototype did you go through", he asked, "Idaho Falls' , I said . "I was an instructor there !", he said joyfully. It was all happening too fast and I blurted out , "I knew that before my life was over I'd run into another of you bastards who would spoil my day. He laughed.
I never got the ticket.