The classic JMike "No Shit There I Was" story:
I first told this story somewhere around 1987 to a few members of the MIT Assassins' Guild, while we were sitting around exchanging war stories. It's a classic "Frame story" in the sense that you can either just tell the inside story itself, or start with the frame. In this version I guess there are two frames, counting this one! I like stories like that.
For some reason, this story caught the imagination of several people in the Guild, and they started re-telling it, and re-re-telling it, to the point where now there are a whole bunch of people in the Guild who know some version of this story but who have no idea where it came from in the first place!
I went to MIT on an Air Force ROTC scholarship, and ended up being commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Air Force upon graduating. My first real duty station was at Offutt Air Force Base, south of Omaha, Nebraska. I was staying at the Bachelor Officers' Quarters, which was right next to the Officers' Club. The first night I was on base I wandered over to the club to drink a couple of beers and yell at the stupid contestants on "Jeopardy" on the TV and saw, when I entered, that there were only two other guys in the bar -- clearly telling the pilot's version of the Story, because it started with "No shit, there I was, flying straight and level at thirty thousand" and degenerated into a whole bunch of pantomime hand waving indicating intricate aerial maneuvers. I didn't want to just sit at the bar and be anti-social, so I sat down with these guys. Pretty soon it became clear that I'd have to tell them my Story in order to gain their acceptance. So I made one up on the spot, and it goes like this:
No shit, there I was, pinned down by a deadly hail of enemy fire. It was actually just me and this one other guy, out on that little-known island on the end of the Hawaiian chain -- you know the one, Kamaunawaunalaya -- where we were fighting the forces of the evil Wan Hung Lo. It was hot that morning, but dry, and there we were, with nothing between us except a roll of duct tape and a box of Frosted Dutch Apple Pop-Tarts -- in their original foil wrapping.I'll bet there's one thing you didn't know about Frosted Dutch Apple Pop-Tarts -- in their original foil wrapping.
They lase.
So where was I? Did I mention it was a dry heat? Oh, yeah.
So we made ourselves a Frosted Dutch Apple Pop-Tart laser -- see, we used the duct tape to tape an extra layer of foil on one end of the Pop-Tart, so it would know which end to shoot out of -- made ourselves that laser, shot our way out of there, and I'm here to tell you about it today.
That other guy I was with? Guy named MacGyver? Aw, he's a wimp. I taught him everything he knows.
So like you can imagine, that story went over about as well with those pilots as it did with you.