18 March 2005

More Anal than Anal is our motto, Mr. Deckard.

Try this link about selling a house in Switzerland.

Sounds like being in the army.

Reminds me of a buddy of mine on his basic training course. Recruits were required to share a room with one other recruit and they had to have all the room, closets and drawers laid out according to a standard pattern and matching each other. Everything had to be neat, pressed polished and almost sterilized for cleanliness. It all had to be - The Same.

They had the privilege of one drawer which was theirs to do with as they saw fit; it wouldn't be inspected.

Morning inspection after breakfast.

Directing staff otherwise known as DS (two master corporals) enter and begin the hunt for flaws.

They hunt.

and hunt.

They find nothing.

The boys had been up all freaking night working to outfox the DS.

DS go over the place with a fine tooth comb for the better part of 15 minutes. (Usually 30 secs is enough to find one hair on a shirt or one lousy crease in pants as part of the game.)

By this time thoroughly pissed off, the DS pull open the personal drawers looking for anything like contraband porn.

Staring back at them are two identical drawers, laid out neatly and in accordance with a pattern the boys had worked out for themselves. Everything matched, right down to diameter of the socks rolled up. Same toothpaste. Same shave cream.

No contraband.


It was perfect.

The DS just stared at the boys, standing rigidly at attention and immaculately turned out.

They quietly walked out to the next room which they turned upside down in the space of a few seconds.

The boys s*** themselves laughing.