Prevent my being killed by a nuclear missile.
Protect me from the moral and emotional breakdown that would face all humanity when we find out that the US has been in contact with aliens since the 40’s.
Trust that they will send me my Touché Turtle and Dum Dum lunchbox that I paid $80 for on EBay.
This happens to me all the time. When I do an initial pest control service, these people take me all through their house, show me everything, then kind of stand back, mind their own business and allow me to come and go, traipse all over their house and apply pesticides. And they don’t know me from Adam!
Even my regular customers don’t “know” me, really. I’m just the bug guy, but they trust me. I even know some technicians whose customers have given them keys to their homes, so they can do the service while the homeowner is at work. Amazing.
BTW, Barbarian, because I’m driving around in a marked truck, I get asked directions a lot. If you’re going to ask directions from a stranger, ask the stranger who drives a service vehicle. Chances are they either know how to get there or else have maps in their truck.
Trust doctors to give us an accurate diagnosis and accurate treatment and the right prescription drugs. Just think of the damage they could do to us.
Dr: - You have cancer. We’re going to treat that with some penicillin and lots of love. :eek:
Fill prescriptions
Spot me while weightlifting
Build the bridges
Repair the aircraft
Stitch up that big gash on the back of my leg
Examine my eyes
Keep the train on the tracks
Maintain the railroad crossing gates