One of the few things that was neat about the living in the barracks was the whole communal movie experience. Basically you had a bunch of poor young people cramped together, search and one of them rents a movie. Rather than pay to entertain themselves, impotent everyone just piles into the renters room and watches with them.
Well one evening my roommate came home with a copy of the animated Anastasia movie. And being responsible and mature young adults, symptoms | we proceeded to get drunk and watch cartoons.
One of the things that we noticed, is that when the Princess is leaving the orphanage, she is wearing a dark green trench coat, and what appears to be the hat from a set of dress blues.
As it happens, I owned a dark green trench coat, and was in possession of the hat from a set of dress blues.
My roommate points out to the people in the room, that I am in fact, in possession of a Princess Anastasia costume. The movie is paused, and I am made to go and put the outfit on.
I threw the clothes on, and weaved my way up to the television. For effect, I adopted the same pose that the cartoon princess was in.
Well right about then, my roommates supervisor barges in. Everybody freezes. And the NCO looks at me. Then he looks at the cartoon. Then he looks at me.
“I’m Princess Anastasia?” I suggested helpfully.
“Right. Does anyone else have an explanation for this?”
“He’s the lost heir to the Russian throne…and he’s got a talking bat but we haven’t seen that yet,” offered my roommate.
“Uh-huh….I’ll just try again tomorrow when you’re sober.”
By the next morning, my supervisor had heard the story. And if you’re reading this then you can probably guess how that part turned out.
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