Disclaimer: The JAG characters belong to DPB. Not me. Not making any money from this.
Author's Note: You ever gone to work and find yourself in the breakroom, twiddling your thumbs waiting on your instant tomato soup to finish cooking in the microwave? You ever do that? And then as you're waiting, someone comes in you think you know, but you're not sure and they strike up some random conversation with you? Yeah, that's what this is about.
I'm not sure how many of these I'll come up with, but they won't really go in order and there is no definitive plot. This is just for kicks and hell, it made me laugh for minute. Maybe it'll do the same for you.
Random Convo # 1
"I Love The 2000's?"
Harm leaned against the counter, twiddling his thumbs waiting on his instant tomato soup to finish cooking in the microwave. He checked the time. Thirty seconds until chow time. He had skipped breakfast, which was something he wasn't used to doing and now he was starving. That drippy, red liquid was now looking very, very good.
Bud walked in and smiled, "Hello, sir."
"Hey, Bud." Harm replied, not taking his eyes off the microwave.
"Smells like tomato soup," Bud commented.
"Yep, it is," Harm nodded, watching the time tick down. Five, four, three, two...
Harm clapped his hands greedily and opened the microwave to retrieve his soup. He pulled it out and grabbed a spoon, too eager to wait and get back to his desk to take a sip. He put a spoonful in his mouth and sputtered. "Aw man!"
"Something wrong, sir?" Bud asked, pouring a cup of coffee.
"It's still cold!" Harm complained and glared at the microwave. "Damn thing. You know, I told Mac we needed a new microwave. She claims there's still some life left in it."
"I'll talk to Harriet about it, sir," Bud suggested. "She may be able to convince the Admiral to allocate some funds to a new microwave."
"That would really help, Bud," Harm laughed and put his soup back in the microwave. He set it on another two minutes. Harm sighed, two more minutes of waiting and being even more hungry than he was two minutes ago!
Harm leaned against the counter again, twiddling his thumbs. Bud was still standing next to him and Harm began to wonder why he was even still in the breakroom. "Uh, Bud? You need something?"
"Oh, just waiting on the microwave," Bud smiled, lifting up his coffee mug. "Someone turned off the coffee pot and now the coffee is cold."
"Oh," Harm said and returned his attention to his soup. One minute, thirty seconds.
After about ten seconds, Bud piped up and asked, "Sir? You ever watch that show I Love The 80s on VH1?"
"Uh, no," Harm smiled, wondering where Bud was going with this question.
"Well, sir, I've always wondered," Bud said, pretty much thinking out loud. "Every decade has a nickname. The 1970s can be shortened to the 70s. The 1990s is shortened to the 90s. But what about now? What do you call this decade?"
"You mean, 2000, 2001, 2002 and all the years that will follow?" Harm asked, scrunching his forehead in confusion.
"Yeah!" Bud nodded and put his mug down on the counter. "Say sometime in the future, VH1 wants to make a show about this decade encompassing all the years between 2000 and 2009. What would they call the show? I Love The what?"
"Well, gee, Bud," Harm laughed. "I don't know. "It's never crossed my mind, to tell you the truth."
"Heh, I know what you mean, sir," Bud chuckled. "It's not that I've been spending my whole life thinking about it, it's just one of those things that's been bugging me since yesterday."
Harm shrugged and suggested, "Maybe they would call it...I Love The 2000s?"
"No, I thought of that," Bud shook his head no. "If they call it the 2000s, you're talking about 1000 years of time, not just 10 years. You know what I mean, sir?"
"No, wait Bud, you would only be talking about 100 years, not 1000," Harm pointed out. "Because once you reach 2100, it's no longer the 2000s. It's the 2100s, you see?"
"Yeah, yeah, I do," Bud said.
Than both Harm and Bud became silent and leaned against the counter again, waiting on the last ten seconds of Harm's soup to finish. Once the microwave beeped, Harm reached in and pulled out his now very hot soup. He quickly set it down on the counter and blew on it to cool it off. Bud put his coffee in the microwave and put it on 30 seconds.
Then Bud stopped and turned to Harm, "But sir, you never answered my original question. What do we call this decade?"
"You're right, Bud," Harm laughed. "I didn't answer the first question and as much I was would like to spend more time thinking about it, I've got court in half an hour and I still haven't had lunch."
"Oh right, sorry, sir," Bud smiled and as Harm walked by he said, "Nice talking to you, sir!"