At an afternoon tea for officers and their wives, the commanding general of the base delivered a seemingly endless oration. A young second lieutenant, listening with obvious disfavor, grumbled to the woman at his side, “What a pompous and unbearable old windbag that slob is.”
The woman turned to him, her face red with rage and said, “Lieutenant, do you know who I am?”
“I am the wife of the man you just called ‘an unbearable old windbag.’ ”
“Indeed,” said the young lieutenant, looking steadfast and unruffled, “and do you know who I am?”
“No, I don’t,” said the general’s wife.
“Thank God,” said the lieutenant as he disappeared into the crowd.