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Becky was at the apartment pool by herself laying in a lounge chair, when she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up and noticed a tall, muscular man in a military uniform open the gate to the pool area. Clearly, he wasn’t coming for a swim. He was walking directly toward Becky. Becky sat up, nervous and curious as to what he might want. He continued to approach until he was entirely too close, looming over Becky. He held out his hand and barked “phone!” In disbelief, Becky responded “listen dude, I don’t know who you think you are, but—”
“Shut your trap, Legs” he barked. Becky was caught completely off guard, and couldn’t even think of how to respond. After a moment, she asked “w-what did you call me?” He leaned in closer. “Legs, on account of those lovely legs. And you will address me as “sir” when you speak to me, do you understand?” “Y-yes sir,” she stammered. “Now, phone” he said as he held out his hand. “Yes, sir,” Becky said as she gave the man her phone.” Becky stood dumbfounded at how she had reacted, but still waited motionlessly as the man typed on the phone briefly before shoving it into his pocket. “On your feet,” he demanded. Becky reacted without thinking, immediately popping up off of the lounge chair. The man glared at her, as if waiting for something. “YES SIR!” Becky shouted as she remembered the man wanted to be referred to as such. He smiled, “very good, I need soldiers who can follow orders, and you are good at following orders aren’t you?” “Yes, sir” Becky replied. The man glared at her as if disappointed. “I can’t hear you!” He barked. “Yes, sir!” Becky responded loudly. “Much better,” he said. “Congratulations, you’ve been promoted to the status of recruit.” “Thank you, Sir!” Becky barked. “Just remember, you are a good soldier, and good soldiers follow orders.” “Yes, sir!” Becky barked again enthusiastically. The man’s eyes glanced over at Becky’s car keys sitting on top her towel. “Bring your car around, I need to get out of here.” Knowing nothing about military customs, but wanting to respect her superior, Becky snapped out the best salute she could and bellowed “SIR, YES SIR!” before grabbing her keys and rushing off to pull her car around to the pool gate.

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Becky was at the apartment pool by herself laying in a lounge chair, when she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up and noticed a tall, muscular man in a military uniform open the gate to the pool area. Clearly, he wasn’t coming for a swim. He was walking directly toward Becky. Becky sat up, nervous and curious as to what he might want. He continued to approach until he was entirely too close, looming over Becky. He held out his hand and barked “phone!” In disbelief, Becky responded “listen dude, I don’t know who you think you are, but—”
“Shut your trap, Legs” he barked. Becky was caught completely off guard, and couldn’t even think of how to respond. After a moment, she asked “w-what did you call me?” He leaned in closer. “Legs, on account of those lovely legs. And you will address me as “sir” when you speak to me, do you understand?” “Y-yes sir,” she stammered. “Now, phone” he said as he held out his hand. “Yes, sir,” Becky said as she gave the man her phone.” Becky stood dumbfounded at how she had reacted, but still waited motionlessly as the man typed on the phone briefly before shoving it into his pocket. “On your feet,” he demanded. Becky reacted without thinking, immediately popping up off of the lounge chair. The man glared at her, as if waiting for something. “YES SIR!” Becky shouted as she remembered the man wanted to be referred to as such. He smiled, “very good, I need soldiers who can follow orders, and you are good at following orders aren’t you?” “Yes, sir” Becky replied. The man glared at her as if disappointed. “I can’t hear you!” He barked. “Yes, sir!” Becky responded loudly. “Much better,” he said. “Congratulations, you’ve been promoted to the status of recruit.” “Thank you, Sir!” Becky barked. “Just remember, you are a good soldier, and good soldiers follow orders.” “Yes, sir!” Becky barked again enthusiastically. The man’s eyes glanced over at Becky’s car keys sitting on top her towel. “Bring your car around, I need to get out of here.” Knowing nothing about military customs, but wanting to respect her superior, Becky snapped out the best salute she could and bellowed “SIR, YES SIR!” before grabbing her keys and rushing off to pull her car around to the pool gate.