Old Vet Meets Younger Vet While at Walmart

In the current idiotic climate of assholes panicking and hoarding, I had to go to a second Walmart today to see if I could get some things that we couldn't find at the other grocery store. I went in on the pharmacy end, and grabbed a grocery cart, and started walking down the main aisle--where the registers are--toward the grocery department. As I went into that first turn,

I looked up and saw about 30 feet in front of me a man in his late 70's pushing a cart toward me, with his wife next to him looking at the ladies clothes, and man, did i not know that glassy eyed look he had, as he just blankly looked ahead and pushed the cart as she shopped. I noticed on the man's head was an Army Korean War Veteran ball cap. As we were about to pass one another, I saw him turn and lock eyes with me, and I remembered my own hat, and realized he was looking my Combat Medic ball cap (see the photos) and right as we approached one another, he gripped the cart with his far hand, and leaned toward me, smiled and put his closest fist out. I smiled back, and put my own fist out, just as we passed one another we fist bumped.

Go Army!

Highlight of my fucking week.

That Time A Hippie Thanked An Army Vet

     Like many Veterans, I am always caught off guard when someone thanks me for my service.

     A few months back,I was in my local Walmart grabbing a few things, and was walking down the sauce and dressing aisle, when I happened to pass a young hippie looking couple with their house dress with flip-flop wearing grandmother. As they were about to pass me, the young hippie dude suddenly reached out and grabbed me by my arm, and said, "sir?" I stopped, turned, and clenched my fists thinking, "Welp, shit...gonna have to beat a hippie to death, today." But, I quickly realized he wasn't starting a fight. I looked at him and said, "Yeah?" He then reached out his other hand to shake mine, and continued, "I want to thank you for your service, sir."


1. I'm really funny about shaking hands...germs and shit.
2. I was flummoxed in how the fuck this guy knew I was a Vet!


But, despite my OCD, I'd rather get germs than be rude, so, I shook his hand...I nodded, and said, "It was my honor. Thank you for letting me serve."


He, the little hippie wife, and their grandmother, moved along down the aisle smiling. While I continued walking the opposite direction down the aisle. The hand he shook was gripped tightly, so I didn't accidentally touch my face with it. I kept looking back at them as I neared the end, and as soon as I turned the corner and lost site of them I brought my hand out of my pocket, held it i9n the air like a surgeon, and made a mad dash towards the bathroom. I was also still befuddled over how he knew I was a Vet, as I raced toward the bathroom.


Once in the bathroom I began scrubbing my hand with soap and hot water. At some point I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes moved to the top of my head where I saw that I was wearing my U.S. Army Veteran hat.

 I laughed, shook my head at myself, and thought, "You fucking idiot." 🖖😂