Papa Uniform India (ink)

Wow, it's been a whole week since I blobbed last.  Attempting to be a responsible adult is playing hell with my fun-time.

I can't remember if I mentioned that I got to go for a ride in a helicopter last week.  So excitement!  But I shouldn't call it a helicopter - that's not the lingo.  Nor are planes called planes.  It's "rotary wing" and "fixed wing".  I can't imagine why these terms are more useful or precise than "helicopter" or "plane", but there you go.  I suppose pilots are just like doctors in a way - why say "sweating" when you could talk about "diaphoresis"?

Unfortunately during the flight the cap came off a big thick black permanent marker which was in my pocket and it leaked all over me.  Fortunately I wasn't wearing my own clothes.  Unfortunately it was on day 2 of a six-week placement and I was wearing the uniform that I had been issued.  Fortunately it was a super-duper uniform that is resistant to water, fire, etc etc.  Unfortunately it was not resistant to ink.  Fortunately there are more of these uniforms around.  Unfortunately the uniform costs $500.  Fortunately I won't have to pay for it.  Unfortunately the taxpayers of Australia will.  Fortunately I don't currently pay any tax.

Ha ha!