Ah yes, yes indeed. Been here too many times.
The best one in my career, was actually on my very first day riding as an FNG:
I pick up my FTO in his hometown some 30 miles away. Of course, being a good FTO, his first directive is to take him to coffee back in my town so, we drive back 30 miles.
All the way, I am being a good recruit and asking questions:
"So, have you ever met the Colonel" I ask? The Colonel is the "Chief of a state police / highway patrol.
"He's a *****. Why?"
"Just wondered," I says, "so, are truck drivers really nasty people like I hear about?"
That torched him off. For the next twenty-five minutes, right up until we pull into the coffee shop parking lot, my seasoned and worldy FTO is on a raging rant. First it's about truck drivers, then people from Utah, Colorado, Nebraska, California, and then, it's about the idiot, inbred sheriff of our county and then, the sheriff's brother in law, who happens to be the Chief of Police in our little town.
Anyway, we get ready to get out of the car and I move my knee and put it in park. The next sound is the repeater squelch "clap."
At 6'10", my knees were up in the dash and, leaning against the mic button.
We later found out we had been "on the air" and in scannerland, since I picked him up.
When he heard the squelch, he just looked at me with that look only an FTO gets and said, "F***ing FNGs."
He transfered a few months later.

The best one in my career, was actually on my very first day riding as an FNG:
I pick up my FTO in his hometown some 30 miles away. Of course, being a good FTO, his first directive is to take him to coffee back in my town so, we drive back 30 miles.
All the way, I am being a good recruit and asking questions:
"So, have you ever met the Colonel" I ask? The Colonel is the "Chief of a state police / highway patrol.
"He's a *****. Why?"
"Just wondered," I says, "so, are truck drivers really nasty people like I hear about?"
That torched him off. For the next twenty-five minutes, right up until we pull into the coffee shop parking lot, my seasoned and worldy FTO is on a raging rant. First it's about truck drivers, then people from Utah, Colorado, Nebraska, California, and then, it's about the idiot, inbred sheriff of our county and then, the sheriff's brother in law, who happens to be the Chief of Police in our little town.
Anyway, we get ready to get out of the car and I move my knee and put it in park. The next sound is the repeater squelch "clap."
At 6'10", my knees were up in the dash and, leaning against the mic button.
We later found out we had been "on the air" and in scannerland, since I picked him up.

When he heard the squelch, he just looked at me with that look only an FTO gets and said, "F***ing FNGs."

He transfered a few months later.
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