BCGs

This morning at inspection I have to bring two pairs of eyeglasses. Failure to do so will result in, well… failure. Honestly, I don’t think there’s any punishment. But we all do what we’re told anyway because it's the path of least resistance.

In my search for two pairs I found my big, round, burnt orange boot camp glasses that everyone affectionately calls Birth Control Glasses (BCGs) for obvious reasons. I always liked to think I pulled them off. But it was boot camp and I was delusional.