The oldest one is getting your mechanic to pop down to stores for a long weight.
More of this tomfoolery .. its POETS day
Dublin Zoo was forced to shut down its switchboard yesterday after thousands of Irish mobile users fell for a new take on one of the oldest phone tricks in the book. Text messages have been doing the rounds in Ireland telling unwitting recipients to call a number and ask for one of a number of named contacts. The Irish …
Not one I've done myself, but a colleague told me about this. A developer once had a problem with GUIDs in his code. The fooled him into beleiving that the GUIDs were out of stock. You had to order them at Microsoft per 25000.
The boss was aware of the joke and when the developer asked the boss that he rapidly needed new GUIDs, the boss gave his approval.
The developer then called MS for a new order of GUIDs...
I once worked on a building site where a newbie was sent for a skirting board ladder. He returned with a ladder for a bird cage - complete with receipt.
I also saw a guy refuse to go get a piano hinge.
We went down to the hardware shop with him and got the one.
Just when we got back on site, the boss said
Darn, I forgot the accordian lock ...
Moe: Uh, hold on, I'll check. [calling] Hugh Jass! Can somebody check the men's room for a "Huge ass"?!
Hugh Jass: Uh, I'm Hugh Jass.
Moe: Telephone. [hands over the receiver]
Hugh Jass: Hello, this is Hugh Jass.
Bart: [surprised] Uh, hi.
Hugh Jass: Who's this?
Bart: Bart Simpson.
Hugh Jass: Well, what can I do for you, Bart?
Bart: Uh, look, I'll level with you, Mister. This is a prank call that sort of backfired. I'd like to bail out right now.
Hugh Jass: All right. Better luck next time. [hangs up] What a nice young man.
...the number of people we'd get in who'd been sent by their bosses to buy these items.
We used to pass them over to particularly gullible members of staff who didn't know any better - "The gentleman would like some Tartan Paint, can you show him where it is? We keep it by the Hammerite..."
About 2 months after I first started work (aged 15), I was handed a paper bag with a £1 note in it, and instructions on the back to go to the hairdresser to fetch a packet of condoms for the manager.
Thinking it was one of these initiation stunts, I queried it; my supervisor suggested that I check it out with the person concerned. To my surprise, it was actually true; the guy was too embarassed to go out and buy them himself.
After that, it became a semi-regular occurance; as it happened about every 4-6 weeks, there were lots of comments about weekend activities.
On one occasion, the hairdresser was closed; I had to go to a local pharmacy instead. As I was buying the 3 pack of nu-form, the manager's wife who was shopping there, saw me and told me in no uncertain terms that I could put them back! (I still bought them anyway!)
I was once sent to Tesco's to get some 'Pressed Vole'
We also convinced our Dev Mgr (many moons ago) that we needed several ooglybytes of memory. He asked us to generate a purchase order, which we duly did. We just wish we had been at the management meeting when he presented this. Anyway, we were turned down.
Mr Gates because we'll probably need ooglybytes when SP3 for Vista comes out
Reminds me of the scout group that used to run, had a treasure search, one lot had to goto the abseiling tower for skyhooks the others went to the caving area for troll bait. All of them fell for it, the instructors kept them busy for a while searching for it :)
Nice to see the Irish are as gullible as the rest of us
Had some classics in my time at McDonalds:
The donut-hole puncher
The felopian tubes for the shake machine
Flux capacitor for the coffee machine
Bags of sesame seeds for the buns
A medium sized weight (a take on the classic)
.. and don't watch the microwave as it will fry your eyes (apparently, although this was many moons ago, this started a bit of an urban legend in the store I worked in).
A heart for the fond memories ;)
And the receptionist picked up a call for one of the directors (it was her brother who was always prank calling), when putting him through she was asked who it was and what it was about, her response was "it's Jim Morrison about the Doors", the whole office fell about laughing but she just sat there clueless.
I worked for a support company working for an Australian bank in London. On the trading floor, there was a very pretty but clueless lady who was the admin assistant for the traders, and who had dated most of them. Someone called her and asked her to see if anyone had seen Mark Hunt - when she shouted it out, everyone put up their hands, accompanied by lots of schoolboy-like giggling.... oh how we laughed!
Probably the sort of thing that Paris could shout and get a similar response to!
A mate of mine told me that upon starting work on a construction site he was sent, by the foreman, to a local hardware store for some "Long Weights". He knew the gag, but since some time off doing bugger all was available he said nothing and went. When he got there, he had a look around and found a box of sash weights (long, thin lead weights to counterweight sash windows). Figuring that the storeman was in on the gag, he took the box to the counter and explained the situation.
The upshot was that he got to go back with the entire box (returnable for credit) and present same to the foreman with the explanation that he hadn't been told exactly how many long weights were wanted. He followed this with the eye-wateringly large invoice that the storeman had made up for him, causing a very sharp intake of breath and a passable fish-out-of-water impersonation.
Moral: Be careful what you ask for, you may just get it.
One prank in the Soviet NAVY involved a Chief Petty Officer ordering a pair of rookies to grab some metal files and cut through the ship's anchor - neatly down the middle. The plan backfired when one of the rookies spotted his girlfriend operating an acetylene burner on the pier.
Flames because of the burner, of course.
I remember working in an Army-surplus-cum-camping store many years ago and sending the new guy to the next store along because 'a regular customer has asked for some dehydrated water and we've run out'.
Thankfully, the rival shop down the road sent him back with a nice bag of talcum powder for his troubles!
Mines the one with the Zip buttons.
Well whoever started this batch probably had a bundle of free texts and sent it to all his mates.
From there, well... apparently they were averaging 8 calls a minute, and that doesn't include the calls that couldn't get through.
But yeah, I'm sure the phone companies love things like this. Hmm... I wonder...
As a spotty faced youth, I had a job in a hardware shop.
Someone came in and asked for a skirting ladder, I told him his boss was winding him up. My boss then had a right go at me for not trying to sell him something.
A few weeks later a guy came in and asked for a spirit level bubble. We did sell the replacement glass bits with the bubble in for certain levels. I tried to sell him one, then had to endure both him and my boss taking the piss out of me for 30 mins.
Roll on a couple of years, a kid came in looking for a tin of tartan paint. We had our Saturday boy looking for over 20 mins with this kid, before we finally got him to take a £5 deposit and say we'd order it for him :)
Once I sent a doofus to maintenance to get a door-stretcher when he couldn't figure out how to get a pallet he misloaded into a freight elevator (Obvious solution, restack the pallet correctly)
45 minutes later the foreman asked me where he was. I explained what happened. and the foreman set off in pursuit.
Another 45 minutes pass, and the foreman returns with the doofus and after sending him back to work, wants "A word with me."
It seems the maintenance foreman picked up on the joke, and had sent him to the loading area at the farthest end of the factory.
They in turn, had sent him to another loading dock, where he was sent to a delivery area, and so on and so on.
Of course, the poor foreman had to retrace every route the doofus took in his quest to retrieve him, and was about 50/50 annoyed and amused. I was cautioned "When a damned fool ask a stupid question, give him a straight answer,"
I still remember being in the restaurant trade about 15 years ago. Sent the new kitchen-hand down to the dry-stores looking for clear food colouring.
20 minutes, no sign of him. So, I send a waitress out to help him.
20 minutes later, still no sign of either of them. The new duty manager goes to assist.
10 minutes later the boss comes in fuming wondering where everyone was and, on being told, is cluey enough to see the piss-take.
Got a hell of a yelling at, though he had a hard time keeping a straight face while he was doing it.
My brother used to work as a motorcycle mechanic. One day spying the trainee casually bursting some big (inch diameter) bubble-wrap, he went into a rage, telling the lad that this was “fork air” for filling the suspension forks and that each bubble was worth about a pound. Annoyed that someone had left such an expensive product lying around, he made the poor chap wrap it up in bubble wrap (small, ¼ inch stuff) and take it back to the parts department.
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