Oh man lets not get started on Lackland stories cause I could be talking about them forever!
My TI loved to run up to our table durring breakfast right when we would sit down and he would have three glasses of OJ with him. He would tell us that we had to be done with our breakfast by the time he was done with his. He would then chug the first glass of OJ and slam that glass down at which point we knew we had to start eating or we werent going to get any breakfast. Then he would chug the other two before I could barely get three bites in and tell us to GET OUT OF MY DINNING FACILITY!
