I was dressed in civilian attire but a friend of mine was in his summer whites.
While we were out getting ice cream, the waiter asked him if he was a cook in the Navy.
Then I realized what happened. The waiter read my friend's name plate and thought it was his job, not his last name. (Though I don't know how you miss the big crosses on his shoulder boards since he is a Christian chaplain.) It's a good thing that I was not in uniform. He would have asked me if I was a creditor for the Navy.
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