Taking Care of Business

One Saturday Connie and I had gone to the PX.  It was a two story building with clothing upstairs and other miscellaneous items on the lower level.  We had already been upstairs and Connie wanted to pick up something else so I was waiting for her on the lower level near the entrance, which was near the stairs to the upper level.  I really wasn't doing anything but standing around and who should walk in?  SSG and Mrs. W.

At first I wasn't sure what to do because I knew no matter what it was it was going to be wrong.  If I said hello it wouldn't be in the right tone.  If I didn't say hello it would be like the time at the post office.  This time I was in closer proximity from them.  The post office situation I would have had to either leave my place in line or yell to say hello but this time at the PX, the pair walked right by me.  I decided I wasn't going to say anything because you know, they didn't speak to me either.  Mrs. W didn't want to let it go.  She was hot.  SSG W kept pulling her along and Mrs. W was on the verge of making a big scene.  I then started looking for Connie to come out because I was a bit scared and I wanted to just leave.

Mrs. W got about half way up the stairs when she decided she just couldn't let it go.  She stopped very purposefully, stomped her feet and swung around staring me down.  She was about to step down to come towards me, fire and hatred in her eyes, when SSG W grabbed her arm and pulled her back up stairs. All the while he kept saying to her, "I'll take care of it, don't worry.  I'll take care of it."

The W's proceeded to go upstairs and soon Connie completed her shopping and we were on our way back to our apartment.

That next Monday was business as usual until the end of the duty day. . . when SSG W decided to "take care of it".