"I'm First Lieutenant Ashley and I've an appointment to see General Morrison."
The adjutant said, "Sorry, but you'll have to wait a little longer. The general's unexpectedly busy."
"My appointment was over an hour ago."
"Another half-hour and you can go in."
"Another half-hour and I'll go."
"It's your bar."
The lieutenant plopped back into a chair just as Grant strode swiftly past the adjutant's desk from the private office.
"Major," the adjutant asked, "how long is the general going to be tied up? He won't let me in the conference and the lieutenant here is supposed to see him."
Grant paused at the opposite door and pointing two thumb-and-forefinger guns at his head exploded them. The adjutant groaned understandingly. Even the first lieutenant caught on.
"Major, it's pretty important," the waiting officer said, standing again. Grant shifted his attention.