WHen I was working construction, a friend of mine thought that looked easy, and asked my boss if he could join us. He thought sure, we could always use the help. He ended up causing more problems than he was fixing. We were working in a large subdivision with many neighborhoods and houses in various stages of assembly. So my boss sent my friend out for the board stretcher and bubbles for the level. The best part was that the other crews would perpetuate this joke for us. We said, “I think the roofers have the stratcher” and the roofers would say, “I think the drywallers have it”. After 2 hours of running around and not finding either of the items, we let him in our little joke. That was 3 years ago, and it still gets a laugh.
My dad was a Chief in the Navy; one of the things I remeber him telling me about was sending new Seamen (or, if they really wanted to have fun, new Ensigns, who are much younger and have less experience than Chiefs but outrank them, in theory) somewhere to get “relative bearing grease.”
And of course, at Scout camp, we often sent newbies over to the next camp to borrow their left-handed smoke shifter.
([hijack]So let’s see, we have two RAH fans, including myself, and one Adams fan who doesn’t want to make it obvious (Thrashbarg) 
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when we were regulars at the sushi restaurant, we’d always ask the server for “ketchup” when they brought the sushi. they’d give us a puzzled look, we’d nod and look back down at our sushi, they’d go in the back “Table 24 wants ketchup” and the entire kitchen would laugh.
It went over especially when my son (who was about 10 at the time) would ask for it…
More than once in a while, lieutenants straight out of ROTC would fall for the old “Sir, your rank insignia is on upside down”. But you had better run away fast if you try it.
We would always send out young scouts for 100 feet of shoreline, a left-handed smoke bender and search for “fish tracks”. It was always a blast.
[hijack]Yep, Laz, it’s from Blameless. I need to pick up Towing Jehovah . . . silly me, I didn’t get the first book first. I was just snagged by the coverart and the blurb on the back, and I loved City of Truth.[/hijack]
“Bubbles for the level.” That slays me.
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Yo Simetra! You located here in the booming metropolis of Montgomery? I thought I was the only Doper from these parts!
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Hey jjjfishe, you can come over and rotate my ice any time. I do have to say, all you guys got off easy. When i worked in a restraunt we were just plain mean. Two of the favorites were capsium oil injected into waiters dinner, usually into the middle of a hamburger. The other good one was filling a blender with horseraddish, blending it, then calling someone over to smell it, claiming that you were a little stuffed up and couldn’t smell to good.
We did that to scrub scouts, too. We also sent them off in search of sky hooks and the occassional quart of elbow grease. And of course, snipe hunting.
alright…
get back here Poohpah…
You’re gonna get it…!
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Eh? What’d I do now? Maybe I’m tired, but I didn’t quite get that.
ooh!ooh! jjjfishe is gonna give it to me…I don’t know what and I don’t care…
Somebody quick! A camera…!
I had a big problem with the Mike Hunt one. Believe it or not, one of the semi-regulars that came to the lounge I used to work at really was named Mike Hunt. New employees used to hang up on people asking for him all the time.
Sometimes when I’d say “Sorry, haven’t seen him tonight” and hang up, I would wonder if the person who just called really wanted to talk to Mike, or if they were trying to play a joke.