I may have told this story before. Old farts tend to do that, but it was one of the high points of my career and one of my most glorious of glory days.
A couple years back (has it honestly been that long?) Dirty Dave, our lead tech, came up to me in a flather. "I've had it with these cheap bastards at this company, Glen! I want some bloody flashlights for the shop, and GOOD ones! These damned junkers from China Mart work a time or two - and then they fall apart!"
Ol' Dave was in a flather of a snit so I told him to shut up and threw a Gregg's catalogue at him. I told him to pick some out and I would go buy them for him when I had time. Anything to shut the old bastid up, right? So he went into the catalogue, and picked out a couple models for me to buy. Gregg's is an industrial supplier and the catalogue we had - had no prices for some reason. I thought nothing of it and went down and bought the damn flashlights and then gave them to Dave. 'There ya go, ya big baby,' I said to myself. Dave took his flashlights and was happy as a clam.
Later that month I was doing my company expenses and came across the bill for the flashlights. Holy shit!!!! $300.00 and change!!! for 5 flashlights?!?!? WTF??? Old Jim was gonna fire me out of a cannon when he saw that! But - it was legit ... sort of. Flashlights now are a fashion accessory for the typical tactical yuppie and are made with Xenon diodes, 316L stainless steel and who knows what else! Oh no! Lord, was I ever in for it!
You didn't screw around with guys like Jim Sr.
A. He's a damned nice guy under that grumpy and gruff exterior
B. He's a lethal bastard if you give him cause to be
I came clean, put a note in with the expenses pointing out the error - and asked Jim to give me thirty or forty bucks, I would eat the rest and forget about it. Predictably the CEO called me up and demanded how a stupid sonofabitch like me managed to rack up $300.. on half a dozen flashlights - so I told him the whole sob story. When I paid for them I didn't even look at the bill, I was on my cell, paying for shop supplies and running late and not concentrating on the job in front of me. I told him again that it was all my fault and I would eat the bill. He made a curt farewell and hung up and I thought that was the end of it. The next thing I heard - was Jim reaming out The Crack over the phone about it! I think Jim Sr. wanted to kill somebody and he couldn't do it to me because I was honest - so he figured he would beat up The Crack instead! HAR HAR HAR!!! The Crack got reamed right out for my stupidity and I figured it was all worth it for the comedy value alone! I was astonished later on when Jim picked up the tab for my little mistake too! If there is any feeling BETTER than watching some poor, hapless, innocent slob paying for your mistakes - I dunno what it is! But for whatever reason, Jim Sr. needed to lash out at someone ... and The Crack was there!
I rehash and reheat all this hogwash because I saw the exact same thing happen at Coopville! CM bought a few new hens for her flock, which outraged the old hens - and King Charlie got crapped on in spades for it! HAR HAR HAR!!!!! HAR HAR HAR!!!
Listen to that racket!
King Charles is getting REAMED for the presence of two new hens - and he had
nothing to do with it, HAR HAR HAR!!!
Or maybe Jim Sr. and The Crack have moved into the hen house
in Coopville - because they sure sound a lot alike... :)