My father was career Air Force and he and some other airmen joined some Marines on a chartered flight to somewhere on military business. When the flight ended, the attendant came on the intercom and said, "Welcome to El Paso. The temperature this morning is 70 degrees and the local time is 7:25. For those of you in the Marines, Mickey's big hand is on the five and his little hand is on the seven..."
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Date: 2006-06-23 03:14 pm (UTC)