McGee: Im guessing we experienced very different childhoods.
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"What do you do if you get a flat tire in the middle of the night?"
Little Anthony gave a quick shrug of his shoulders. "The Limo driver would call my Dad and have him send another car…duh!"
A young Timothy McGee grinned at the simplicity of the question. "If there was no other means of communication I would retrieve the emergency pack from the trunk of the car, making sure to conserve the flashlight use in case I was unable to change the spare. I would under no circumstances flag down another car for help nor allow myself to fall asleep in the car while the doors were unlocked." He took a breath. "In the case that I could not change the spare I would ration the food in the emergency pack until rescue arrived."
The towering Navy man gave his son a high five. "Well done Tim, you make me proud…"
"And if the Limo driver cant reach your Father?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Then the driver would flag down a car or walk in the dark to get us help. That's what he gets paid for."
"And you would stay in the car alone?"
He cringed. "No way…you're just asking for trouble then…don't you watch scary movies?"
"So you would travel in the dark with the driver?"
He nodded. "Yes…now I can go now? MASH is gonna be on soon…"
Present Time
"What if you get stranded with no cell phone service in the middle of nowhere Tony?"
He scoffed. "Simple…I sleep with one eye open and one hand on my sig."
"And if no one comes for days?"
"Then I die a slow and agonizing death Probie…what's with the twenty questions?"
Tim grinned. "Just trying to make a point. Don't hack on the Scouts…"
"This coming from the Scout who got poison ivy….twice." He held up two fingers to illustrate his point.
McGee turned an interesting shade of red. "Nobody's perfect Tony…"
It was then Gibbs strode in and quieted the both of them. "Speak for yourself McGee."