We use those temperature guns at our school, as first aider I routinely get asked to check on kids feeling ill.
Can’t help but say ‘set phasors to stun’ as I do and not once have they had a clue what I mean.
Very good, I"d have got it being a fan.
But at a company I worked for, there was a morning meeting reporting on the night shift’s production and maintenance issues. The lead technician read out report on the test equipment written by the mischievous night shift lead.
‘Tester 4 had a problem with the flux capacitor which was repaired.’
The room erupted in laughter. What was funnier was that he didn’t get it. He had no idea what he’d said.
Swedes and English.
I worked at a large telecom company.
The automated tests run for each new software build were called BAT (akronym for something, I have forgotten what, Build or Batch Automated Test??).
One of the big new features being developed and tested was ‘streaming’ (continuous data download to a mobile device).
The test manager really wanted to have streaming included in the BAT tests for the coming weekend.
He states this by saying: We really need streaming in our BATs this weekend.
Swedes and proper pronounciation of English words … the poor sod made that akronym sound as if the vowel was a ‘u’ and not an ‘a’ (difference between hat and hut).
Mischievous me suddenly had a huge grin (think Cheshire Cat).
All the others around the table looked at me, probably thinking: WTF is he grinning about?!
Then I saw one face after the other light up in huge grins as they replayed the last 15 - 20 seconds in their minds and realised what I was grinning about. Some were desperately holding back laughter.
The project manager was too busy leading the meeting so I don’t think she understood what had happened, she just looked questioningly at us, maybe she was waiting for someone to let her in on the joke …
Maybe I’ll tell about getting the BJ someday …
Another aviation story has done the rounds over the years although invariably it happened 'recently".
A military crew of the (Insert your favourite Air Arm here) was briefed for a training sortie on a Friday. Having completed the sortie the decision was made to drop to a nought feet just offshore on the way home. The boss was away for the weekend and any complaints from the public would never get to him.
Great fun, better still, they spied a couple of people sitting on an otherwise deserted beach. They couldn’t resist and a very low pass was made.
Returning to base in good form, ATC had a message for them. The boss had called, he was furious. Apparently he and his lady wife were enjoying a picnic lunch on a beach when…
Well you know the rest.
Acktshually.
A glider pilot from the little flying club in my hometown (Arvika)
had found a good spot way out in the woods where there usually
were good thermals to play around in. There was an opening in the
forest around a smallish cottage and those open fields generated
good thermals on sunny days.
He used to go there to play around and pull maneuvers that were not
really allowed by the flying club. One day when he got back after a nice day
with really good thermals (he had had a blast doing crazy stuff) he was
approached by the chairman or flight instructor who gave him a sermon about
maneuvers that were not allowed. Then he told him that he (i.e. not the pilot)
owned a little cottage out in the woods and described the location …
You mean you desperately tried to get to know your audience…
(Perhaps you needed something better to offer than tea and rolls?)