Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Mission impossible
I love these. I used to be the dick that sent the FNGs out to various places to pick up grid squares, six gallons of rotor wash, the keys to the drop zone, squeegee sharpeners, cordless extension cords. . . .you name it. You know who you're clicked with too when the FNG's mission is perpetuated by your buddies who quickly send them over to the S-4 for a bottle of K-9P lubricant, which as we all know you have to fill out a ID-10T form to get.
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I must confess to sending more than my share of FNGs on such important missions as well. Ah, the good old days. Thanks for the memory. :)
I had a mechanic try to tell me I needed new windshield wiper bearings. I asked if those would be Imperial or Metric ...
Muffler bearings! Ha!
When I was a teenager I worked at a Pep Boys. Men used to send their wives to the parts counter for blinker fluid and all kinds of stuff; you'd see them laughing hysterically behind an isle while their wives were humiliated. I used to send the new parts delivery guys out to pick up water pumps for Corvairs or Beatles at another store, but only when we were slow that day.
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