As most of you know, I'm retired AF, but I still work on the same base except I only work on C-17 parts. Well, this morning the "roach coach" (aka mobile food truck for you non mil types) shows up at about 9 a.m. I wanted a small container of grits, and they had none. But....they did have these medium size containers of chili. It smelled good, plenty of beans, and was pretty tasty. About an hour later, as my body was processing this culinary delight, my gut starts rolling like a boulder down a mountain. It is 8 p.m. and I'm still torn up. I've had enough flatulence that if properly harnessed could power a medium to large city for days. Dang it has been rough. Every .mil person here knows about the roach coach, and when you eat food from it, you are taking your life in your own hands. Whew......I'll be glad when all this wears off.....
