We had a well-known little Asian seamstress just off base, who knew where and how all tapes, patches and awards/decorations went. Better than the airman and officers who were her customers. She stayed very busy,
We had a well-known little Asian seamstress just off base, who knew where and how all tapes, patches and awards/decorations went. Better than the airman and officers who were her customers. She stayed very busy,
I took leave in conjunction with attending a symposium later. I threw a good looking utility uniform into my bag and took off on vacation.
After leave was over I checked into the Quantico Hostess House (aka the Hostage House) the night prior to the symposium starting.
It was late in the evening as I prepared my uniform for the next day and I noticed that it was a good looking new uniform.
So new in fact, that there was no name tapes sewn on! I quickly thought to myself if I could get way with no one seeing my uniform discrepancy;
Sit in the back? Not wear the blouse and complain about how hot the room was? Borrow a buddy's blouse and hope that no one noticed?
Neither of those options seemed feasible and I dreaded at the thought of having to explain myself and the ball busting I was to endure.
Cell phones were still in their infancy and smart phones were not a thing, so I opened the phone book on the nightstand looking for a stitch shop that could help me out.
It was 10pm, but I called one of the first numbers so that I could listen to the message of when they opened in the morning.
My plan was to head down there first thing in the morning when they opened and plead my case with them for a speedy turn around.
I might go unnoticed missing one of the early seminars, but that better than the ridicule of being out of uniform by my peers.
Much to my surprise when the phone rang someone answered it!
After explaining my situation, the woman on the phone told me to bring the uniform down right away. She took down my last name, I hung up the phone and headed into Q-town.
The door was down a 50', poorly lit, narrow alleyway. I knocked on the door and it opened right away.
There inside was what I presumed to be a large family working away on the numerous sewing machines and clothing presses.
Hard workers!
One of the women took my uniform and had it back to me in ten minutes.
She seemed a little embarrassed when I paid and gave her a very generous tip.