Member (and former Marine) Tombo sends me this one. It’s so priceless I have to share it in its entirety. While I only visit WallyWorld in the fall to get my hunting license, I must admit I, too, see a few aberrant individuals when I go there. This makes perfect sense.

I once won a baseball cap with the Washington Fish and Wildlife logo on it at a golf tournament and wore it out hunting. When I came across other hunters, they’d dial in on that cap and think I was a game warden in disguise so I do know the fun you can have with them. I do not wear Vietnam Veteran-style hats though. I guess I’m still a little leery of being spit on again. San Francisco was not Veteran or military-friendly in May of 1972. Nevertheless, read on. I’m sure you’ve met one of these types.

Vet Caps and Morons

A few days ago an old friend sent me a Vietnam Veteran cap.  I never had one of these before, and I was pretty hyped about it, especially because my friend was considerate enough to take the time to give it to me.

Yesterday I wore it when I went to Walmart.  There was nothing in particular that I needed at the world’s largest retailer; but since I retired, trips to Wally World to look at the Walmartians is always good for some comic relief.  Besides, I always feel pretty normal after seeing some of the people that frequent the establishment.  But I digress…enough of my psychological fixations.

While standing in line to check out, the guy in front of me, probably in his early thirties, asked, “Are you a Viet Nam Vet?”

“No,” I replied.

“Then why are you wearing that cap?”

“Because I couldn’t find the one from the War of 1812.”

I thought it was a snappy retort.

“The War of 1812, huh?” the Walmartian queried, “When was that?”

God forgive me, but I couldn’t pass up such an opportunity.

“1936,” I answered as straight-faced as possible.

He pondered my response for a moment and responded, “Why do they call it the War of 1812 if it was in 1936?”

“It was a Black Op.  No one is supposed to know about it.”

This was beginning to be way fun!

“Dude! Really?” he exclaimed. “How did you get to do something that COOOOL?”

I glanced furtively around me for effect, leaned toward the guy and in a low voice said, “I’m not sure. I was the only Caucasian on the mission.”

“Dude,” he was really getting excited about what he was hearing, “that is seriously awesome!  But didn’t you kind of stand out?”

“Not really.  The other guys were wearing white camouflage.”

The moron nodded knowingly.

“Listen man,” I said in a very serious tone, “You can’t tell anyone about this.  It’s still top secret and I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Oh yeah?” he gave me that “don’t threaten me” look.

“Like, what’s gonna happen if I do?”

With a really hard look I said, “You have a family don’t you?  We wouldn’t want anything to happen to them, would we?”

The guy gulped, left his basket where it was and fled through the door.  By this time the lady behind me was about to have a heart attack, she was laughing so hard.  I just grinned at her.

After checking out and going to the parking lot I saw Dimwit leaning in a car window talking to a young woman.  Upon catching sight of me he started pointing excitedly in my direction.  Giving him another deadly serious look, I made the I see you gesture.  He turned kind of pale, jumped in the car and sped out of the parking lot.

What a great time!

Tomorrow I’m going back with a Homeland Security cap.

Whoever said retirement is boring just needs the right kind of cap!