Trash talk

Me, the 44 year old somewhat out of shape old lady, spends my day surrounded by the thousands of young Marines and Sailors that make up our community and that patronize the military facility where I work. Sometimes they make me angry, when they curse in front of ladies or children. Sometimes they bring out my maternal instincts when they are sick or hurt and their own mothers are so far away. But sometimes they just make me laugh. Like today. As I walked from the hospital to my car in the parking lot I passed some litter on the ground, someones award ribbon fallen off of their uniform and a Trojan still in the wrapper ready to go. The pairing made me smile.