When I was in the Military I had two coworkers, let's call them Tom and John to protect the guilty. They were approaching the end of their time in the service so their reputations weren't all that concerning to them since they would soon be relocating to another state. As evidence of that they had decided to spend their last 100 days in the service drunk. Which is altogether a different story. They arranged a double date with a couple of local women and went to a drive-in theater. Tom and his date were sitting in the back seat and John and his date were sitting in the front seat. This was in the days of the bench seat in cars. Half way through the movie things were proceeding much the way you would expect. That would be some hugging, kissing and eating of popcorn. *wink* Then the front seat occupants noticed the back end of the car bounced twice and stopped. The couple in the front looked at each other then looked cautiously into the back seat. There was Tom with a pretty sheepish smile on his face and a rather disappointed look on his date's face. Of course in the way male friends do, the story was related to the crew the next day. Henceforth, Tom had a new nickname, Tommy Two Stroke. Not such a bad nickname for a golfer but in the romantic are it is pretty damning. I suspect it was bad enough for him his last few weeks in the service but I have always wondered if John repeated the story to others when they got home. They had already obtained jobs at the same place so that story would get around quickly.
