Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Daisy Chain

Weavels infested our onboard flour supply. It was so bad, Doc told the Captain we needed to toss it. We had several tons onboard. All were conveniently located hundreds of feet from the nearest hatch. Following twisting passageways and crammed underneath heavy equipment.

The Captain issued the order and the senior enlisted delivered. The crusty old men barked at junior enlisted to form a daisy chain (a line of workers) from the flour to the dumpster. At the end, a cook dove into a crawlspace, hidden under heavy equipment, to pass bags of flour up. As we got the flour, we passed it along, from sailor to sailor, compartment to compartment, up the hatch, through the brow,  across the pier, and in the dumpster.

Hours passed, sweating our ass's off and flour spilling everywhere. The leadership patrolled and supervised the line. We all took it in stride and made jokes whenever we can. Inspired, I yelled at the next guy, "YAHHH SLAVE!! YAHHHH!" I got a few laughs out of it. A big black dude turned around and looked at me. He paused and started tap dancing. In his most offensive high pitched slave voice, he said, "YESSS'M MASTAHH! RUTT AWAY MASTAHH!"

17 comments:

  1. Unintentional racism, happens every time you dont mean it.

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  2. at least no one got too offended and you all kept things light hearted. :)

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  3. Ahaha, the voice I read "YESSS'M MASTAHH! RUTT AWAY MASTAHH!" in made me lol lots xD

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  4. That is great when jokes can be made! there needs to be more people like y'all!

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  5. Did not know you were a sailor. I bet you looked more like army ants.

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  6. How did the weasels even get in....? :P

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  7. always with the funnies stories.

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  8. Now only if you were a bunch of hot babes, and I had a gigantic oven, I could bake you all to a crispy brown!

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  9. Thinking that maybe you didn't survive this flour disaster?

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