This weekend I overheard a TSgt on his cell walking into the shopette to get an Icee.
"Okay, Mom. I've got to go. I've got to get back in my section. I shouldn't have been gone this long.
I know Mom, but I really have to get back to work.
Okay, Mom. Oh! I heard my boss calling me. I really have to run, Mom. Can't upset the Chief."
And then he chose a strawberry Icee.
Damn mothers never know when to shut up.