It was pretty funny, but I stood there red faced and feeling rather visible for awhile.
At least it was like the time I got conned into helping out with the girl's basketball team and some of the players -way taller than I- made it a point to slap my butt.
(What was it with them and their fascination with my backside anyway?!)
I'd turn to see who the perp was and there'd be five smiling young ladies blinking innocently, all possible suspects, standing behind me looking rather engrossed in the subject of study.. -my backside.
Ah-hem. (clearing throat)
There are lots of Border Patrol, Air Force, and other men with big guns near where I work. At least it helps balance out the sissy-libs I have to see daily at work. The jets flying overhead continually are awesome too. Of course the poor baby libs want to shut down the base because it's too noisy for their brand new ticky-tacky houses.
Oh, and you just hated every minute of it. < /sarcasm >