I ran the HSC-23 Geedunk across the street from the IBar as a JG. The guy I took over from had bought a fuckton of something nobody would buy -- I can't remember, maybe coins or something along those lines. We couldn't get rid of them and our balance sheet was in the red. We had our own little building in the middle of the parking lot so we renovated it ourselves. My first class found some old tile and put it in, we painted with paint I commandeered from the NASNI Seebee DET, got some refrigerators from a distributor and craigslist, installed a computer and barcode scanner, credit card machine, did regular inventory, made fresh Dunkin coffee, etc. We also had to abide by the aforementioned ARO Instruction, but there was nobody to really enforce it. How the hell am I supposed to check the prices at the NEX for everything in our inventory? I think once a year some civilian comptroller on base wanted to see our numbers, but it was pretty benign. We had frozen and hot foods, multiple refrigerators full of drinks, snacks, candy, donuts, you name it. Within a month or two we were bringing in $18,000 per month and I managed to get my first class a NAM. People all over North Island would stop by the HSC-23 Geedunk because we had so much inventory -- it a was a mini 7/11. A couple years later they moved to the Dolly Partons, I'm not sure what became of it.
Sooo....why are we talking about Geedunks...?