Back in the early 1990’s, Pat Schroeder was scheduled to visit my ship, presumably because of the large compliment of women on board (or maybe the compliment of large women- but I digress). My Chief Petty Officer ordered me to go to the base McDonald’s that morning and not return until after lunch, when she was gone.
I don’t know what he thought I might do...
The only thing I’ll remember Patsy for is allowing ex-spouses to steal 1/2 my military retirement.
Did the rest of the guys say anything about the favoritism towards you?