While working on a fast-paced, last minute project back several years ago, I got very frustrated when our workgroup server crashed for about the fifth time that day.
The guy across from me was named John. When the server goes down, the quickest way to find out if it’s the server or your machine is, of course, to ask someone else if they have net access, etc.
So, in the heat of deadline pressures, lack of sleep and all, I didn’t give it a second thought as I yelled accross the office, loud enough for EVERYONE to hear, “Hey John, are you hung?” - the very moment the words left my lips, I knew I shouldn’t have said that.
As I slunk down in my chair to hide, the whole office began breaking out first in titters then in full-scale, whole gale laughter…
I may have told this story here before, but it’s too good not to repeat…
When I was in year 12 at my all-girls school, we had a male maths teacher who wore glasses. One day, one of the arms fell off his glasses, and he was having all sorts of trouble trying to fix it. In his frustration, he said at the top of his voice “Dammit, girls, all I need is a little screw!”
I had to teach a class how and why we adjusted the scale on work we did. For an example, I held up a thumb and index finger and said “For example, let’s say we have something two inches long.”
Only then, when everyone else broke into a grin, did I get it, and then I had to continue: “well, we might need to make that two inches bigger or smaller…”
Working as a secretary for a marketing manager who had me type letters in response to complaints, he always closed with “continue to tell us how we’re doing”. One day I mis-typed it as “continue to tell us who we’re doing.” - I noticed it, took it in to show him, and we both had a good laugh (he was a great boss). Wouldn’t have been quite as funny if I had actually mailed it that way, I suppose.
My sister was at someone’s house with a few friends trying to put something together…a shelf or something of the sort I believe. My sis wasn’t doing much, and so asked a friend how she could help. The friend asks in return, “Well, what do you know how to do?”
My sis, seeing a screwdriver laying on the floor, picks it up and replies very loudly:
