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It was by the book against the law, but considered by many of the lifer sergeants, a prized-perk of overseas duty. "These actresses are high maintenance" Youkey would say, in reference to his ration cards. I am pretty-sure he never introduced me to-her. He was an effusive good-guy. "I have things to-do; people to-see; places
to-go.", he was always saying.
I had none of it. I had made the decision in DC - no hanky-panky. I was not going to use this place for that. But then quite frankly I was just too-shy. This bidding thing, I couldn't do-it. In fact I never did-it, but a few-times; all my life, like bidding on a few jobs. One time Sarge Inbetween, took me down-town, on his way home to help-me buy a pipe. I smoked a pipe in DC, but had switched back to cigarettes in transit to Greece, very nerve-racking.
The pipe-proprietor, a small but big-city store; climbed a ladder; and got down an Oval for me, the-type I was interested in and apparently he didn't sell many of these. He priced it at some such-number of Greek money drachmas; and I bidding the-way I only knew from the movies, retorted half as much. He climbed the ladder-back up and put the pipe where it had been before. Sarge Inbetween, who prided himself and bragged of his haggling skills, did-not intercede for me, took pride in my failure; chastised-me, all in the lower-middle class way, me from HQs DC - no doubt; outside and scolded me for being such bargaining-idiot. "What was I suppose to counter?", I asked but got no reply. He wanted to be better than me. I knew this character well, of a friend of mine from Song Lake, and he-told all his friends; especially humiliated me in the office as - oh-well.
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