It was lunchtime when I was walking out of the exchange and back to my tech school class. I snagged some Chester Cheetah's Flaming Hot Puff Corn, and because I'm a dirt bag airman, I tossed a few of those red suckers in my mouth every other few seconds so long as no one was there to see. My path lead to a high traffic walkway, so I halt my hikin' n bitin', and I think I'm in the clear because the Chester Cheetah's Flaming Hot Puff Corn bag is inside the BX shopping bag and invisible anyway. I break the 6 paced threshold to O3 Rusty Wrench, so I smartly salute and render a verbal greeting, nothin but integrity on my mind. He never lets down his hand. He glares at mine and says, "What's in the bag, Airman?" My heart slammed, "Sir, Airman Yeetus reports for orders, Chester Cheetah's Flaming Hot Puff Corn, sir." His mouth a dead cold, been to afghanistan type of horizontal as he says "You weren't hikin' n bitin' in OCPs, were you?" He yanks my hand from my eyebrow, and it glows a flaming hot LORed.