...and my son addressed this recruiter as "sir" over the phone.
This Navy recruiter who called my house sounded...I dunno...manly. Masculine. In UNIFORM. Ironed and starched underwear manly. He kept my son on the phone for fifteen minutes which is a longer stretch of time than my son has given anything besides anime cartoons and showering. He made an appointment to stop by our house tomorrow afternoon.
I'd like to look at this recruiter but I'm taking the younger kids out, mostly so they won't use the recruiter as a jungle gym and so he won't get asked mindless questions, like, "Have you ever seen a gay dolphin?" or "If you fart in a submarine, does it echo?"
Oh, you thought my kids were going to ask those questions. No, those questions are mine.
I just had a random thought. I gave away my virginity to a sailor. Oh god.
I COULD HAVE ASKED HIM THOSE QUESTIONS AND I DIDN'T!
If any of you readers and other hangers on could satisfy my curiosity, I'd appreciate it.