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PfcAJ:
Is this one of those "go get a box of grid squares" or "your car needs blinker fluid" type thing?

Long ago and far away, when my subdued PFC stripes were shiny, they did the grid square thing to me. I went out, got a bunch of maps, and neatly cut along the grid lines, and came back with a box of grid squares. Later, another Sergeant sent me out for a metal fitting that did not exist. I asked for a careful description, and then went down to the engineer battalion and paid a machinist two bottles of Southern Comfort to make me one. I went and dlevered it 45 minutes later. One Sergeant loved it, and I made an eternal enemy out of the other one.
 
Divenomad:
Long ago and far away, when my subdued PFC stripes were shiny, they did the grid square thing to me. I went out, got a bunch of maps, and neatly cut along the grid lines, and came back with a box of grid squares. Later, another Sergeant sent me out for a metal fitting that did not exist. I asked for a careful description, and then went down to the engineer battalion and paid a machinist two bottles of Southern Comfort to make me one. I went and dlevered it 45 minutes later. One Sergeant loved it, and I made an eternal enemy out of the other one.
Well played. My personal favourite was one that my dad used to play on the new guys at his factory. They'd have a new kid working in the warehouse, and the warehouse supervisor would look up at something out of reach, then ask the kid to go ask the boss (my dad) for the long stand. My dad would promptly tell him to "wait there, I'll go get it" and not come back.
 
When I was working on a squid trawler off Virginia years back, we had a bunch of them. I remember one new guy, let's call him Joel, who was up in the wheelhouse as we steamed out to the fishing grounds. The captain did a double take when looking at the radar, tapped on the glass, and asked Joel to run down and get a fresh jug of radar fluid from the engineer. Always quick on the uptake, Bob the engineer stoicly informed him that he was an idiot. Radar fluid had to be kept cold, so he should go to the galley (where we were all hanging out) and ask the cook to get it out of the walk-in refridgerator. The cook acted all indignant, swore briefly about keeping food storage areas clear of filthy mechanic stuff, and told Joel that he had John move it down to the freezer hold. Naturally, the freezer hold was very large, and very cold, and also very empty, so Joel had to ask John the floor boss what he had done with the elusive radar fluid he supposedly had put in the hold. Without missing a beat, he said the freezer wasn't for storing gear, and he'd moved the radar fluid up on deck. It should be in locker behind the big coil of chum line, and he should just ask Dan if he had any trouble finding it...

I forget all the details that we later had a good laugh over, but suffice it to say Joel was kept very busy for about 2 hours before someone told him it was with the rudder wax and he finally caught on.
 
Send them out for......
tank wash or a couple of quarts of "free flow".

In the military we would send guys for several hundred feet of flight line, drift grease or on occasion the highly caustic and volitile "propeller wash".
 
In the boiler house we would request various items,

Can you get me a bucket of steam?
We need the cable strecher, the wires are too short.
of course all the left handed tools you could think up.
 
When I was in the Signal Corps it was "Frequensy Grease"
 
PePaw:
Uh...hey you've got your fins on the wrong feet !:D

hee hee...

Elbow Grease was another one. At the National Jamboree you'd get half-a-dozen guys come by looking for Elbow Grease...

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Ken
 
I worked at McDonald's ages ago and we got our pickle slices in 5 gallon buckets. When it was time to open a new bucket and it was slow and there was a newbie around well......

We told them the pickles needed to be sorted into hamburger/cheesburger size, quarter pounder size and Big Mac size. It was pretty easy to pick out a small, medium and large pickle slice for a demonstration of the proper size for each sandwich. We gave them containers to sort the pickles into then went back to work. Once the newbie had finished sorting this entire five-gallon bucket of pickles they would come get us to check their work. We inspected it closely, praised the job they had done then we'd dump all the pickles back in the bucket right in front of the newbie...the look is priceless :D
Ber :lilbunny:
 

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