Well, you never forget your first,
I was enlisting and they do a psychological test on you. Or their version of it.
The FS asked me if I smoked.
No, I replied.
He lights up a cigarette, puffs on it a few times, blows smoke my way, in more ways than one, squints his eyes and stares at me and says, “You sure?”
I stared right back. “No, Doc, and I don’t like women neither!”
“Get out of here!” he shouted.