Well, I don't have a special cup for myself but a couple of things might fit in here. When I turned 50 my daughter gave me a coffee cup that was white with yellow lettering in a black panel that said WHAT? ME, 50? Not remarkable in any way but I have kept it all these years and this year SHE hit the big 5 0. She got this cup back.
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Every military duty station I've had since boot camp and every place I've worked I was in charge of the coffee on my shift or for my crew. I knows my way around a coffee pot you could say. I was an E-3 stationed at the clinic at Camp Schwab on "The Rock" (Okinawa) 1963.
We got a new 3rd class petty officer and when he came into the clinic he set his coffee cup down in the enlisted lounge by the coffee maker. That night as I cleaned up the area I washed his cup along with all the others.
Let me offer a little advice here. Never....NEVER EVER EVER wash a sea going sailor's coffee cup. I mean it.
He jumped me the next morning and I didn't know if I was gonna get killed or court martialed...or both. It's about the worst cussin' out I ever got. He told me, amongst a lot of other things, that the cup had never been washed with soap, only rinsed out. When I told him that from the looks of it I believed him that didn't help us bond none.
Those guys take pride in the patina in their coffee cups Anyway I promised upon pain of death to never do more than give it a quick rinse. He held it up to my face and then threw it on the floor and broke it to smytherines and gave me until 1pm to get him a new cup there and to keep my hands off of it after that.
I did and I did.
As a side note I got really drunk one night soon after the confrontation and power puked watermelon all over the guy while he was asleep in his rack. He never found out it was me.
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Every military duty station I've had since boot camp and every place I've worked I was in charge of the coffee on my shift or for my crew. I knows my way around a coffee pot you could say. I was an E-3 stationed at the clinic at Camp Schwab on "The Rock" (Okinawa) 1963.
We got a new 3rd class petty officer and when he came into the clinic he set his coffee cup down in the enlisted lounge by the coffee maker. That night as I cleaned up the area I washed his cup along with all the others.
Let me offer a little advice here. Never....NEVER EVER EVER wash a sea going sailor's coffee cup. I mean it.
He jumped me the next morning and I didn't know if I was gonna get killed or court martialed...or both. It's about the worst cussin' out I ever got. He told me, amongst a lot of other things, that the cup had never been washed with soap, only rinsed out. When I told him that from the looks of it I believed him that didn't help us bond none.
Those guys take pride in the patina in their coffee cups Anyway I promised upon pain of death to never do more than give it a quick rinse. He held it up to my face and then threw it on the floor and broke it to smytherines and gave me until 1pm to get him a new cup there and to keep my hands off of it after that.
I did and I did.
As a side note I got really drunk one night soon after the confrontation and power puked watermelon all over the guy while he was asleep in his rack. He never found out it was me.
