My Name is Sue. How do you do?
In a story related to me by Pops:
In 1969 or so Europe, the boys took a 96hr pass and went to Amsterdam by rail. His remarks on the appearance of them upon their return suggested that they had an 'epic' time. One of the incidents during the visit:
The boys found themselves in a watering-hole tabled near some other guys. Over conversational noise it was discovered that both tables were speaking english. One table american english and the other the Queen's english. They were Royal Navy Sailors. You know how this one is headed. The trash talk is now commenced. Overly loud comments meet over-overly loud comments till the confrontation is inevitable.
Now, you know how this goes. One guy is the frontman, because he is sauced beyond any rational thought, and though you are stable enough to keep out of it, you still are enjoying the show, so you don't intervene.
Then came the confrontation. Mr. Loudmouth at the table called the Sailors out and they obliged to meet outside that instant. Now, there is a world-wide reputation Royal Navy Sailors have for being eye-gougers in a fight. The rest of the table didn't want any of it, so when Mr. Loudmouth found himself alone in the street with the bunch of RN Sailors in front of him he found, finally, the common sence to diffuse the situation.
RN guys: Just who do you think you are?!
G.I.: My Name is Sue. How do you do?
Now, Mr. Johnny Cash's single was receiving world-wide airplay at the time, so the sailors got it, and busted out laughing.
They invited him back in, and all of them to their table to get absolutely shattering drunk.
I hope I got this right, Pops. It's one whopper of a story.
In 1969 or so Europe, the boys took a 96hr pass and went to Amsterdam by rail. His remarks on the appearance of them upon their return suggested that they had an 'epic' time. One of the incidents during the visit:
The boys found themselves in a watering-hole tabled near some other guys. Over conversational noise it was discovered that both tables were speaking english. One table american english and the other the Queen's english. They were Royal Navy Sailors. You know how this one is headed. The trash talk is now commenced. Overly loud comments meet over-overly loud comments till the confrontation is inevitable.
Now, you know how this goes. One guy is the frontman, because he is sauced beyond any rational thought, and though you are stable enough to keep out of it, you still are enjoying the show, so you don't intervene.
Then came the confrontation. Mr. Loudmouth at the table called the Sailors out and they obliged to meet outside that instant. Now, there is a world-wide reputation Royal Navy Sailors have for being eye-gougers in a fight. The rest of the table didn't want any of it, so when Mr. Loudmouth found himself alone in the street with the bunch of RN Sailors in front of him he found, finally, the common sence to diffuse the situation.
RN guys: Just who do you think you are?!
G.I.: My Name is Sue. How do you do?
Now, Mr. Johnny Cash's single was receiving world-wide airplay at the time, so the sailors got it, and busted out laughing.
They invited him back in, and all of them to their table to get absolutely shattering drunk.
I hope I got this right, Pops. It's one whopper of a story.
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