Originally Posted by
LarryLaffer
A true fuckin Henry Youngman over here.
I have to ask though, do you routinely act like a 12 year old when dealing with people in real life? or is this like an internet thing.
Like, for instance, is WrenchMonkey a character that you can't play in real life due to social constraints? Like Larry David on Curb?
what about that Minnesota nice thing i hear about? do you not subscribe?
What you see is pretty much what you get. I thoroughly enjoy fucking around, and I am lucky enough to work for a guy who thoroughly enjoys fucking around. So we pretty much fuck around nonstop. Example. We had a tech who was given a repair order to replace the high voltage battery in a (as Mumblefuck would call it) Honda Prius. Even though it was a Toyota Prius, we'll go with Mumblefuck's version for the sake of, well, fucking around. So this tech read that you need special tools and special gloves and special this and that to do this job "safely" and "correctly". Whatever place he read all this also said that he should lock out the car, and put a sign on the drivers door window that only he (the tech) or the shop manager should go near this vehicle while the repairs were being completed. So this numb nuts called up Toyota and ordered up a set of special tools and gloves to change out this battery, on the company account. El Jefe got wind of this and pulled me aside and told me to handle it.
So after numb nuts went home for the day, I changed the high voltage battery with the help of another coworker (they're heavy as fuck) and regular old american steel tools, in about 20 minutes. Then I went out to our local farm/fleet store and bought some supplies, and did this:
The battery I replaced is directly in front of the vehicle on the ground. In all reality, all those years of playing Operation as a kid led me up to this crowning achievement of not touching anything other than what you're trying to replace. As long as you don't short yourself out, you'll be fine.
The boss couldn't look at me straight for about a week without cracking up, almost every one of the shop's desktop displays had this pic set as the background and the numb nuts tech just kept telling me I'm crazy. He didn't last long, fwiw, and last I heard he's working at a junkyard dismantling cars.
As for Minnesota nice...it's a rule. But that doesn't mean we can't fuck around. I'm sure I'd buy you lunch if you ever made it up this way. I'd also be obligated to make more than one tiny joke. I still tell one of my best friends (he's 5' 5") to 'stand up when you're talking to me' often.