Re: Black Ops?? ;-)
Did I hear some anonymous coward say something about "black ops"?
(BTW - isn't that a contradiction in terms?)
Having drunk WAY too much alcohol one night, I was awakened by the alarm.
My roommate asked me if I had been the one who "ralphed" out the window during the night.
I asked if he'd locked the door... which he had.
Even after hours of "paying homage to the porcelain god", which had left me incredibly sore, particularly in the abdominal muscles... and bruised knees and buttocks from "hugging the throne", I had somehow stumbled over to his side of the room, opened the old-fashioned tilt-out (rather than lift-up) window, then proceeded to do a "technicolor yawn"...
right down the side of the building... from three floors up.
Bleary-eyed and draggin' ass, I looked across the narrow alley to the neighboring barracks... to the first floor office directly across from my room... the office which belonged to a CAPTAIN in the Army.
I was mere lowly airman... in the AIR FORCE. One word, even delivered with a grin, from that captain to MY major... and I'd be... probably flushed down the toilet myself.
EGADS! I WOULD BE THE CAUSE OF AN INTER-SERVICE **INCIDENT**!!!
I... ME!... WOULD BE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO MY SERVICE!
Quickly (well, as quickly as I could!) I tied several sheets together, into a make-shift rope, hung a bottle of Windex by its trigger from one belt loop, and tugged a rag into the opposite side, then rappelled out the third-floor window to begin cleaning my mess.
Ah! Thank God! The second floor window beneath my own was closed!
Further down the wall I clean...
Oh... Oh NO... the FIRST floor window was OPEN!
Peer inside... no... no one visible... no angry NCO glaring at me across a mess...
QUICKLY... and QUIETLY... clean the window, inside and out, until it's spotless... then quietly close it... and pray... as I climb back up the 'rope' and back into my own room.
And yes, people noticed the single spotless patch... vertical stripe... of wall beneath my room.