In 1990 I was pulling into Henderson Hall... and they were doing road work. In typical contractor fashion they didn't bevel the edges on the road cut they'd done and I hit it full force. Car died immediately.
I walk up to the gate guard and ask if they can call a tow truck for me (no cell phones at that time), and the dipshit calls me a private and tells me it's my problem, no. (Guy couldn't see the stripes on my arms apparently... an issue that both the Corps and the Army suffered from. Typically when they saw them, they then start calling my SSgt... anyway...)
I go back to the car and RTFM again... and note that there is a fuel cutoff on Fords that trips during a serious collision. Humph. It's also not place you can just reset it, you have to rip the trunk lining out to get to it. WTF. I reset, and BAM, the car starts right up.
I walk back to the gate guard and say "Thanks for nothing dipshit." (I outrank the asshole...)
The 5' 10" drop dead gorgeous redhead female Marine pop's her head out of the GP and says "Excuse me?" "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You must have had a shift change. Your predecessor refused to call me a tow truck, even though my car died right beside the entrance. I was going to start something now that the vehicle is operational." She says, and I'm not kidding, "Now that you're here you can start something with me!" I must have paused a little too long, as she started cracking up. We went to dinner a few times... she was very hot.
I found that in the DC Metro area, alot of the female Marines were pretty good looking. It was sorta odd.
I can’t afford one , but I still want one 
