Wow, I had totally forgotten about the different grades of paper. This all started, of course because we were talking about thermal paper, which I used at work in the Air Force for a particular project. It was actually pretty cool, because it was very very fast, and we used it for work product, not for official communication.

Basically, I printed out reams of raw data to go through, because flickering CRTs were hard on the eyes.

Picture this. One night at work, I'm hot on the track of figuring something out, and my assistant Sergeant Malkin and I are down on our hands and knees on the floor, because the automatic cutter had malfunctioned and we were just printing things out like they were long scrolls that had yet to be rolled up.

So Ernie and I are down on the floor getting paper cuts, when all the sudden he shouts, "I found it, I found it, I found it!"

I scuttle over to him and put my face right next to his and start reading the series of numbers that he's found in the printout. "Oh my god, I could almost kiss you!" said I, because we were going to get a hell of a good product report out of this.

Naturally, at that point, the major walked in wondering what all the commotion was about. (I didn't even realize he had stayed late too.)

"You gentleman have anything you want to share with me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ernie blushed so red I thought blood might actually pop out of his face.

"Um, the LT and I just figured something out," he mumbled.

"Apparently," snorted our CO as he stalked off down the hall towards his office, shaking his head and grumbling.

😂