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Heureusement, avant que je n'aie eu vraiment la chance de filer comme un singe qui vient d'avaler des comprimés de caféine, l'animateur-formateur d'exercice m'a dit de le mettre dans ma poche et, lorsque je suis passé à côté de lui en courant pour rejoindre le reste de la troupe, il a dit : « Vous n'êtes pas censé vous donner des coups de pied avec vos éperons, Cadet! », j'ai vite compris qu'il en profitait pour rire à mes dépens.
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Have I mentioned the time factor involved in changing (sometimes we need to change six or seven times throughout the day)? This doesn't include any wardrobe malfunctions, something I encountered on this first day of wearing high browns. In Drill class (yes Drill, of all places), I stepped a little too close to my own boot, managed to catch a spur strap, took a step with the other foot and proceeded to rip my spur right off. It wasn't until I heard the spur drop to the floor - at which point my heart dropped into my stomach - that I realized what had happened. I hastened to pick it up all the while racking my brain for a solution to my problem. Luckily, before I had much chance to dart around like a monkey on caffeine pills, the Drill facilitator told me to put it in my pocket and as I ran past him to re-join the rest of the troop he said: "You're not supposed to be kicking yourself with the spurs, Cadet!" I could tell he was having a good laugh at my expense.
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