I was a young sailor then in the USS John F. Kennedy, brushing my teeth in the head when my supervisor SK1 Barr barged in. He was holding a toothbrush, which he proceeded to use to scrub underneath the rim of a toilet.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Hazing the new guy,” he said with a grin.
“You do know that he could get ill from the bacteria on the toilet right?”
His reply was quick and to the point: “You didn’t?
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Hazing the new guy,” he said with a grin.
“You do know that he could get ill from the bacteria on the toilet right?”
His reply was quick and to the point: “You didn’t?