...so I was out riding yesterday morning and stopped at Starbucks for an triple espresso. As I was sitting down, I noticed a Sailor dressed in his Utility Uniform. (Visual Reference). This is not a uniform that is to be worn on liberty. He was with a girl, so I waited for her to go get her coffee and I convo'd with him a bit: Me: Hey, you do realize that you're not supposed to be here in that uniform, right? PO2: I'm on my way to work. Me: You're pretty far from the sub base. (at least 25 minutes away). I'm not trying to be an asshole but you need to head to work if that's where you are going. PO2: Yeah, whatever. So, his girl comes back out and she sits at the table with him. I brush it off as just another broke-dick Sailor who doesn't want to do the right thing. Then I overhear him talking shit. PO2: Yeah, this jackass over here tried to tell me I couldn't be here in this uniform. Me: So I got up and walked over to their table. Me: So, now I'm a jackass for trying to correct you huh? Here let me introduce myself. I'm PO1 and I'll be giving your COB a call later this morning to let him know what a shitbird you are. PO2: Ha. You don't even know what ship I'm on. Me: Yeah I do. It's on the baseball cap you have in your back pocket. Enjoy your coffee and have a great Navy day.