I was the only person over 21 years of age when I went to do MEPS.
I swear it was like something out of Lord of the Flies. Here is a 26 year old dude...with a red sticker and VIP on his badge surrounded by 18 year old soon-to-be-sworn in Marines and Soldiers. I think I was the only one seeking a commission in a building packed with 500-600 future enlisted people.
It didn't help when I told them I was going to try and become a pilot. I was so glad that I was able to leave before lunch.
On my first trip to MEPS, I felt like they were literally kids. There were a bunch of girls sitting around the TV in the "Freedom Lounge" watching the Lion King on TV. It was so weird, like they weren't really old enough to say "Yeah, I'm going to be a bio/chem warfare specialist, what's your MOS?" It was interesting to sit in the corner and watch them all interact and think "Well, here are the people you will lead one day."
I never had anything quite as ridiculous as a VIP badge. I was probably the only commissioning physical that time around, but there was a guy going into some army psych staff corps job on my second trip. I did land a room to myself the second time around.
When the pilot thing came up, some army kid went "Dude, what the hell kind of ASVAB score did you need to land that?!"
Try being 28 and already active duty having to go to MEPS...................at least they didn't talk to me like I was a dumbass, they were actually respectful which was a much different experience than back in 2004.
You guys were worried about the duck walk? So nobody cared about having to show their asshole to another person? THAT was the part that sucked the most! Imagine having to be the doc who has to look at 400 assholes everyday. No thanks for both participating parties.
At one point we were told to spit out gum, and I happened to have a mint in my mouth that another applicant had offered a minute before. Some volunteer in civvies got up in my face like I wasn't listening to him. Power trip.
As for the doc who looks at 400 assholes....mine was a former Public Health Corps dude who had worked in neurology, so as a fellow brain guy we had a nice chat about weird brain lesions and strokes. He was pretty crusty and basically rolled his eyes every time I gave an answer that wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Don't worry son, we'll get you in."