There once was a tiresome middle-aged fart in my airline. He married late. An Asian.
She expected him to wear his uniform all the time. They got married with him in it. Also when shopping . .. he pushed the trolley for her . . . up and down the aisles,. . . . not always resisting the urge to salute anyone in any form of uniform.
Maybe she expected him to wear it to bed. There may have been no other way that she could be aroused.
Yet he was never conceited. Only totally without humour. As I told here a while back in the context of the following exchange, he was not just naive. Gormless comes to mind.
Being such an excruciating pain to fly with he always got the most junior FO for a month . . then the next . . and the next. Walking up to the carpark in a group one day he was heard to ask his poor drained and spiritless FO . . . ' Have I ever asked you, why do you always want to fly with me Ron?' . . . pregnant pause . . 'Because Frank, I have no say in it. NO SAY IN IT AT ALL.'
On epaulettes . . .. one of our mob was called out on reserve day with the request get here ASAP. He put on his bars en route to Mascot. Pulled up in the car park . .. leapt out only to tear the RH shoulder tab out of his shirt.
You got it. Be careful buttoning up this bit while wearing a diagonal shoulder harness.
In the movie 'Red Dog' there is the scene of the crowded swill in the mining camp (or maybe the Karratha Hotel). The extra who plays the part of a pilot. . . and probably is in real life . . .. doesn't say anything .. . . but is just caught up in the press. . . .glancing at the camera . .. the gold glinting on his shoulder.
Didn't get any uniform... not even a shirt . . . when I did a stint with one of the WA earth moving companies at the start of the iron ore mining boom.
Last edited by Fantome; 12th Feb 2013 at 02:38.