I saw this post from someone I don’t know.
My last employer used to work in renovating buildings. On one day, near the end of the project, they were laying down a new lawn. As the foreman passed by a couple of workers with a roll of grass, he shook his head and told them, “Green side up, boys, green side up.”
(Waiting for someone to point out that the turbines are often called ‘wind generators’.)
Windmills do not work that way! Good night!
I still remember the lady who came to me with a document, complaining that the color copier wasn’t copying it in color. It took me some time to figure out that the document was in black and white originally, and she somehow expected that the color copier would put color into it. I asked her how was the copier expected to know what colors she wanted?
Reminds me of this.
The real problem is filing the original.
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:eek: My niece is a service writer there! I’m pretty sure the bonehead comment wasn’t her, though! She’s lived in the Antelope Valley practically her whole life and knows that the wind NEVER stops blowing!
The thing is, I don’t think she ever really “got” it. She didn’t laugh about it or have any kind of epiphany about it. She just looked at me, puzzled and a little bit angry. I don’t think she ever figured out what I was saying, just accepted it as a part of the world.
She was not a bright critter.
That reminds me of working as a computer cable salesperson. I had a customer who wanted a 10 foot cable, then proceeded to ask me if she thought that would fit in her small-ish vehicle. After puzzling out what she was asking, I told her, “We’ll coil the cable. It will fit.” She did actually laugh when I told her that - I think she was just having a blonde moment.
“Green side up, boys.” Heh. Things we take for granted, like knowing which side of sod goes up, eh?
I’m not sure I can totally picture how this happened. I’ve seen rolls of sod; it gets rolled with the green on the inside and the brown on the outside (unless they do it differently, now). You can’t have a roll with the green side up in the same way you can’t have a roll of wrapping paper with the plain side up.
Were they somehow unrolling it to put the green side down? That would be pretty hard to do.
It is possible to purchase a pallet of sod cut into rectangular pieces instead of rolled. The pallet is stacked with the “green side” up, but I suppose it would still be possible to mess up the installation. Always remember - anyone who thinks they have made something fool-proof has failed to account for the ingenuity of fools.
My MIL is a sweet woman but she does have her moments. Last week, Mr. Shoe asked her to pick up a pint of cream for him for a recipe he was planning to make. **Stealth brag: **creme brulee for my birthday. She came back and handed him a half-pint container of cream.
“Mom, I need a whole pint for this recipe.”
“They were all out of the pint size. The store only had the half-pint size left.”
I clipped an editorial from the Shreveport paper several years ago, but have unfortunately lost it. In it, a woman bemoaned the fact that the extra hours of sunlight during daylight savings time was causing her lawn to go brown.
I wouldn’t think about it too much: it’s an old Irish/Polish/insert-ethnicity-here joke.
My sister worked with a woman who was all excited when the first test tube baby was born. She wanted a baby, but she didn’t want to lose her figure, so growing one in a test tube was perfect!!!
:rolleyes:
From: IT Department
To: Employee-All
Subject: Power Outage
We are currently experiencing a power outage. IT will send another email notification when the power has been restored.
-IT Department
The technical term for this statement is:A joke
So the cashier rang up my purchase and it came to $10.01. I handed her my bank card and she said, “do you have a penny?”
The military supply system is all about abbreviations, acronyms, etc. I handed a so-called plumber a request slip for some job material that read “tee, red., 3/4” x 1/2". He came back from supply without them and told me “they don’t have any red tees, only gray and black ones.” The guys in the office had a good laugh, to his puzzlement, and I explained they were reducing tees. More laughter. His reply, after chortling along with us: “So how come they paint them red?” The place broke up.
The wife & I were watching Branagh’s Much Ado About Nothing. We were about two-thirds of the way through it, and people were running around, challenging people to duels and hiding in closets and fainting and such.
Wife: They sure are getting upset about things that don’t matter…
Me: That’s the name of the play.