We are out of escorts. I put Karki on a plane yesterday for his R and R. I tried to shred his boarding pass but he caught me. Leaves one person to escort new people with the "orange badge of death." I was supposed to attend the class earlier but it was the same day that I left on R and R. Dedication is one thing but I waited two hours and the guy hadn't shown up so I was out of there. The class is every Saturday but you have to sign up on Wednesday which we didn't do. Steve B and I just showed up figuring that we could just negotiate our way in. Which we did. Sort of. We were told to come back for the 1030 class. Cool beans. We showed back up at 1020. The sign on the door said the second class was at 1045 so we had a cup of tea at the NAAFI, the tea shop in the same compound. We milled about with 20 other people and no one came down stairs from the theater where the class was being held to unlock the door. Around eleven some folks exited the door so we took that opportunity to go upstairs, only to be told that the class had started at 1030 and we were S.O.L Luckily one of the other people had taken the sign off the door and showed the angry Army Spec. 4 that the sign said 1045 and we had been there waiting. I also went into full tilt negotiating mode up to and including any bribe of an official of the United States or any other government to please do the class. Turns out all he needed was a pen. He reluctantly agreed because the sign did say "1045." He said it was a first that he did 3 classes in one day. He zoomed through the class at lightening speed, leaving he poor Indian guys in the class in the dust. And there was a written test. And it was hard. I think I passed but the Indian guys, maybe not so much.
We will find out the results on Wednesday. Who knows maybe it'll be, "Mark Caplin, male escort..."
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