On a ship the berthing is a high traffic area of sailors whom are getting up for work. And sailors who are about to turn in for the night in their racks. Obviously it's a dick move to try and get anything I may have forgotten without letting some outside light getting into the berthing. So like normal people I tried to sneak into my own berthing. Get to my rack and acquire my nit bag of dirty cloths to wash.
In the meantime I'm trying to be quiet, causious and determined to get this all done within an hours time. So I open the door which creeks to the slightest motion of the door knob and hinges.
Then trying to just open and close quick enough the immediate shipmates nearest to the door don't hear me is strategic move.
When I get to my rack and the locker which is right next to everyone else's rack I can't help but be a little loud because again the idea of using WD-40 wasn't on my list of thugs to do. Using an aerosol in a confind space isn't a smart move. For example an Aviaonic technician legitimately though Lysol was an aerosol for the air. Lysol isn't for those reasons dum-dum.
Anyway, no matter the sneaky or spy like ways I feel I've innately accuired from James Bond. Yaknow the sterio typical scenes were a spy song is heard when a spy is spying. I have these moments in my head. I literally hum "Mission Impossible" or "James Bond Theme" to myself when I'm being sneaky. Contrary to popular belief when I'm really trying. I think about those song just in my head. As if my whole mind is just engulfed in THAT song alone.
This time around, in my one cargo pocket in my flight deck pants my cell phone was actually playing the "James Bond Theme." As I'm trying to spy for my own shit in my rack.
These are my first world problems. But the real ones are when I'm trying to turn off the music from my iPhone and the damn touch screen won't respond!!!
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