I have a standard answer to that whenever it’s asked about me and how I know anyone,
“Prison. I was a guard and they needed a REALLY big favor.”
Needless to say, it get laughs (or I wouldn’t keep doing it). The best was when it was asked about me and a priest.
But my girlfriend hates it. Loathes it. Forbids me to use it. So, to keep peace and myself alive, I acquiesce to her when that question is asked.
Until the other day.
I don’t know what came over me (except my personality) but I answered that question thusly,
“We were in the Army. There was a firefight and someone was pinned down in a kill zone. I got to the front and saw that getting the wounded soldier was a suicide mission. I asked who it was and someone said,
“Chuck?” I said. “I hate that fucking guy.” So we waited until he bled out and I took his girlfriend.
That is why I tell people to let me go with my first idea. History shows the next one will only be worse.