I used to be in US Army and for a while I was stationed in Germany. Furth Germany to be precise.

While there I gained a few friends and had a few interesting experiences. Some I can't put down on paper but others I can.

This particular story involves a friend of mine known as "G-Ski." That was his nick name and I'd rather not give his real name and make him suffer from the embarrassment of reading this story on line!

While I was stationed in Germany I was a young man. I was in my early twenties and when off duty I was always in the mood for a good time.

Looking back I should have taken better advantage of my "two year European Vacation" but, being a young man I was much too short-sighted for such things. My tourism involved finding new bars rather than historic sites.

This particular story starts out in one of our main hangouts; The Green Goose in Nuremburg Germany. It ends at Montieth Barracks, where we were then stationed.

At any rate... After a night of drinking at the Green Goose G-Ski and I were ready to head back to the barracks. There was only one problem. G-Ski had been unable to hook-up at the bar and wanted something before crashing for the night.

While walking over to the taxi stand he noticed a rather large (but ok looking) woman driving one of the taxis. Her cab was a few cars back so he suggested we grab a few gyros before going over to the taxi stand.

If you have not had a gyro from a Turkish gyro stand you have not had a gyro. They make them with lambs’ meat and stuff them with cucumbers and sauce and man they are good!!!

Back to the story...

After waiting for the few cabs in front to depart his target taxi was now at the front of the line. We hopped in and sat in the front.

While heading back to the barracks I was content to sit in the back and listen to my inebriated friend's terrible pick-up lines.

It is all the more funny because he was seriously looking to get this girl into his room at the barracks, a room he shared with Carlos.

If you are unfamiliar with the way modern military barracks work it's very simple... You always have at least one room mate, sometimes more.

Carlos was from New York and he was waiting on a discharge due to hardship based on his pay being all messed up and a divorce. He was a good guy and he was short. Short meaning he was about to leave the service.

G-Ski was from the mid-west. I don't recall what state but he was a Detroit Tigers fan. He also had a younger sister who, unfortunately, looked a lot like him.

We finally made it to the barracks and spent the next five minutes sweat talking the cabbie into making her way up to his room. I was up in the stairwell listening and it was good stuff, the kind of stuff you might find on YouTube these days.

After I saw them both coming up the stairs I headed back to my room and the rest of the story was related to me the next day by Carlos.

Carlos was not a heavy sleeper and the first thing he noticed was the sound of hooves echoing off the floor. Between her weight and the nature of the shoes she was wearing it sounded as if G-Ski had brought a cow into their room.

With one eye open he watched and listened as a some what inebriated G-Ski seduced the cabbie.

She left a little while later and most of us had a good laugh at his expense over the next few days.

You might think the story would end there, it does not!

There were many nights out after this where, upon leaving the club, G-Ski would go over to the taxi stand and try to find her!

On several more occasions G-Ski had her "drive him home" after a night of drinking.

One night, when G-Ski was unable to make it out, I ran into that cabbie. She was a nice girl but she was also weak in that she couldn't let G-Ski off easy and she continued to fall for him. She wanted to break it off as she was beginning to feel used. As luck would have it G-Ski ended up with a new girl friend and he stopped looking for her cab.

But, that is a story for another night!