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Originally posted by SpinZone:

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Originally posted by V-Tail:

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Originally posted by Edmond:

Get caught talking while eating and you were done eating no matter how much food was left on your plate.

You were in the brig?

At boot camp talking in the chow hall got the entire division up and out. Sometimes before the last people in line sat down to eat.

It was a long time ago for me. I don't remember that. Of course, I don't even remember what I had for breakfast today.

This is like dropping my kids off at school. Several hundred cars dropping kids off, trying to beat the bell. Basically a rolling jump out, kick little Tommy's ass to the curb and stomp on the accelerator and get the hell out of the drop off loop so other parents can get their kid to school on time.

And then some stupid motherfucker , millennial Becky dropping off little Sally, wants to hold up the entire line for 5 minutes while she parks her car in the drop off line, gets out, and wants to brush Sally's hair for a couple minutes while the line backs up, parents get irate, honking commences.

Thanks Sigmonkey, I needed that.

They should have simply pointed to where the utensils were and yelled “Next”.

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Originally posted by konata88:
Sigh, what the hell is wrong with millennials?

My theory? Bad parenting sometimes by overly spoiled baby boomers and Gen Xers combined with a culture that places too much emphasis on kids while simultaneously making them more and more isolated from each other (i.e., not as much kids rounding up other kids in the neighborhood into a relatively self-autonomous pack, or playtime at school) physically and thus more reliant on devices and their parents for stimulation (and requiring more and more of it as it becomes a lifestyle), making them bigger drains on the parents than they used to be despite people typically having fewer kids.

But usually I just chalk that kind of stuff up to people being clueless. Hanlon's razor and all that.

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Originally posted by V-Tail:

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Originally posted by Edmond:

Get caught talking while eating and you were done eating no matter how much food was left on your plate.

You were in the brig?

I did 11 years in the army, back before millenials were even heard of, and never experienced this. Even during basic! You/we were encouraged to hurry it up, but never denied a meal.

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Homeschooled kids are some of the best behaved, most respectful people I have ever met. Public school grads, it’s a coin flip.

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I did not mean to slam home schooled kids. Guys in a high school tend to set others straight very quickly about the rules. Not holding up the line is pretty prominent. It is difficult to learn the nuances of male behavior from a home school program, though not impossible.

What’s your problem with home schoolers?

Do you know that most home schoolers are in co-ops that meet weekly, play sports at public schools/ travel teams and have any number of activities?

The myth that homeschoolers aren’t “socialized” is just that. A myth.

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Originally posted by V-Tail:

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Originally posted by SpinZone:

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Originally posted by V-Tail:

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Originally posted by Edmond:

Get caught talking while eating and you were done eating no matter how much food was left on your plate.

You were in the brig?

At boot camp talking in the chow hall got the entire division up and out. Sometimes before the last people in line sat down to eat.

It was a long time ago for me. I don't remember that. Of course, I don't even remember what I had for breakfast today.

11B basic at Ft Benning in 1995 was definitely like that. Got caught talking, you and the rest of the your table got expeditiously and rudely kicked out. Lots of yelling, cursing and drama.

I got told once "You eat like old people fuck, get the fuck out!" When the rest of the guys at my table didn't immediately follow, Drill Sargeant butthole says to them, "Your team bobblehead, now move-the-fuck out"

That same Drill Instructor liked to ride his motorcycle, some kind of big loud sportbike, to the barracks at about 3am, then come in yelling and screaming, wake everbody up for some pushups, throwing shoes across the squad bay, overturning lockers, then leave just as quickly.

Invariably, minutes after hearing the engine of his bike shut off, we could hear him singing "no'one knows what its like, to be the bad man, to be the sad man". He always smelled like Busch Light, while yelling in your face.