When I worked in a hardware shop in the 90s an apprentice mechanic came in and asked for halogen for headlight bulbs
I went into the storeroom and brought him one of those giant packing bubbles
He was chuffed as fuck
My go-to is asking then for a metric crescent wrench.
“Bring the 13-14 key” is a basic mechanic’s joke.
Note: in mm.
I don’t get it?
Fixed keys are 12-13 and 14-15. 13-14 doesn’t exist.
Is that an Allan key? I’ve never seen them marked anything other than a single number, in SAE or metric.
Ah, thanks. Never heard a double ended wrench called a key before.
Never really see those around here anymore. I have a few in old tractors, but most of them have been lost by now and replaced with box end wrenches of single sizes.
I believe it’s an open ended wrench, one end is 12mm the other is 13mm.
Odd; I’ve never seen multiple sizes on one wrench, nor seen them called ‘keys’
The 13-14 is really only used when you’re changing the headlight fluid, for some reason.
Funnily enough the lock for the elbow grease in the closet is also 13-14
Thank you.
My senior manager at work once tried to start a vacuum cleaner, apparently he had never used one before. Anyway the cleaners told him the power cable was in fact a rip cord like on a generator.
Always fun to send the apprentice to the tool crib for a spool of flight line and a gallon of prop wash.
Gallon of prop wash, that’s a new one for me.
I’d have probably been caught by that one for at least a few paces.
New hires are ususlly sent to get the “board stretcher”. The wild goose chase will take them everywhere in the shop and sometimes as far as the owners, who politely send them back around to some section they’d already been.
Imperial, adjustable, left handed wrench. Or left handed any common hand tool (hammer, spanner, screwdriver…). Muffler bearing. Light bulb for the crank case. Blinker fluid. The list goes on.
And, within reason, I think those are pretty decent pranks. No one gets hurt, many get a good laugh out of it, including the one looking for a two headed hammer if executed properly.
Don’t forget your headlight fluid!
The only thing of this ilk that I’ve participated in is sending interns to the supply room for a box of checkmarks.
Joke was on them. There was no supply room.
On a drive when I was ten, I asked my dad why the tall, skeletal towers had blinking lights. He said so planes wouldn’t crash into them. So I asked what the towers were for, and he said to hold up the lights.
That fucked with me for like ten more years.
I mean, he’s not wrong…
I just wanted to let you know this comment made me laugh like an idiot in front of my coworkers
there’s something in computer networking called Cisco discovery protocol and I used to teach new interns about it by making them find every Cisco access point we had in the building.
That’s better than sending the newhire back to HQ to get the cable stretcher.
lmao that’s awful
But funny at the same time
Router#Show cdp neighbor
unless you fuck with naming convention and make them walk around with a wifi analyzer on their phone.
only cisco
All these comments analyzing the trauma behind a joke, no one mentioning the anger issues of kicking in the front door
We should definitely overthink this.
Should have taken the money and spent it all on the arcade.
I mean, definitely some anger issues. But normally when they’re kids, the anger issues (MOST of the time) come from the parents’ parenting.
Like unless you’re chemically imbalanced (normally runs in the family, so people should know if they carry it, or have some other existing condition, that level of anger is a Nurture and not a Nature.
My dad sent me out for headlight fluid and VW-20 elbow grease if you can’t tell.
or
it could be a teen fresh into puberty underestimating their own strenght
Or they could have just busted in a screen door lmao
“Broke a door” could mean damn near anything, maybe a piece of molding came off. Doesn’t necessarily mean that they took an ancient oaken door off its hinge or something
Not with that attitude it’s doesn’t.
Petahh!!
Seriously, I don’t get the joke.
His dad sends him to the shop to ask for red and white striped paint, which doesn’t really exist as the paint would mostly mix together in the tin and make some badly mixed pink paint. The employee in the shop sees this is a gag and asks a follow up question: would he like the paint to be striped vertically or horizontally? So they are on the way back and only *then the realisation dawns on them that this is a massive wind up, which sparks a rage large enough to break the door.
Dad needed some private time with Mom
As did the employee which is why he sent him back with the followup question.
Damn, mom goes around
I read the post feeling tired, so somehow, I was thinking that the red and white paint are in each separate tin bucket and the white paint is somehow striped so I didn’t get the joke.
Haha thanks for the explanation!
In the British army, getting sent to the quartermasters stores for a long weight (wait).
While camping, I was sent to the ranger station to ask for a “left handed smoke shifter”. Fortunately for me, the ranger had no poker face and just laughed. I felt like a dumbass, but it was a long walk back to the campsite, so by the time I got there I was able to laugh with everyone else.
Legend has it there was a boy scout troop that actually built a left-handed smoke shifter, such that when a young scout arrived from a different troop searching for one, they could send him back successful.
My group extended the name to “left handed automatic adjustable smoke shifter.”
Shopkeeper should glue a fake label to a can and actually sell it to the kid. Get both the kid and the dad lol
My favorite is sending an apprentice to the tool crib for a long weight.
Tool crib guy will say “Yeah it’s out back, I’ll go grab it”, and then go for a smoke
long weight == long wait
that’s a good one!
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We’re on Lemmy, everybody here can at least half-ass program, well enough to know what
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Is this how the apprentice becomes the tool crib guy?
Naw, tool crib is an old-timer’s job; it’s for guys who know everything, but are too physically broken to actually do much anymore