Hi all,
Never underestimate the Germans, they have humour
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© Copyright 2007 Mario Oertel / SBF
How much is that level off? Or is this one of the famous “Gummi” bubbles which will conform to most situations? Or has there been a slight “leak” and there’s now more air than liquid in that bubble?
PS Whoever mentioned a picture is worth …?
The same attention to detail has been paid to the accuracy of the measuring device. That will explain why “suitable for G” is the best they can get.
Or did I miss the point? :lol:
Looks like some of my levels.
Steve Featherkile said:
The same attention to detail has been paid to the accuracy of the measuring device. That will explain why "suitable for G" is the best they can get.Or did I miss the point? :lol:
Looks like some of my levels.
Back in first year of my apprenticeship (1961) some of the “not so bright” apprentices would get sent to the tool crib to get a replacement bubble for the level. Luckily I had been introduced to that kind of “stuff” by my Godfather as a young kid and remembered well not to fall for such stunts.
It was a long way from the apprentice shop to the tool crib.
I’ll check with Mario if the blade of the measuring tape is rubber, would need to be in order to be “Suitable for G”, wouldn’t it?
One of my first tasks in the Navy was to be sent to the Main Engine Room to get a bucket of steam to prime the catapults aboard the aircraft carrier USS Ranger (CVA 61). Having been similarly clued in, I took the morning off, then stopped by the mess decks to visit a friend. I asked him if I could get some dry ice, telling him of my plan.
Just before arriving at the catapult control room, I stepped into the “head,” filled the bucket with water, and then walked up to the Chief who had sent me on my mission.
“Here ya go, Chief,” said I, proudly presenting a bucket with steam billowing over the rim.
The look on his face was priceless.
Needless to say, I paid for it, but it was worth it…
Air Force it was the skyhook…:lol: I was similarly clued in. Unfortunately I didn’t get the opportunity to pull the leg of one of the older Sargents. 
HJ thats like one of my “rulers” …a wooden stick with random pencil marks at various points on it…
Back in my apprenticeship days it was:
Besides the bucket of steam, there was the:
padeye wrench
50 feet of fathom line
relative bearing grease
brass fallopian tubes for the gas turbines
military bearing grease
mail buoy watch
One FNG, a Fireman Recruit, fresh from Apprenticeship Training, showed up at my Sickbay door asking if I had any Fallopian Tubes for the Gas Turbine engines (we had two LM 2500’s). I told him that I did, but that he needed a supply requisition signed by the Captain and approved by the Chief Engineer (CHENG).
I heard about that one, too. CHENG does not approve anything that the Captain wants. What the Skipper wants, the Skipper gets.
Sigh. No sense of humor.
What!!! No package of grid squares or a box of ground guides, how bout some frequency grease? I actually did the 2nd one…a “ground Guide” (for ya waterborne types) in Army terms is someone who watches you move a vehicle in tight quarters, particulary when backing up. Being a Medic I had access to M1010 Ambulances (ya know…the Dodge truck chasis with the ‘box’ on back) So I went down to the motorpool checked one out, loaded up a buncha grease monkeys and drove back…I was known as Private Smartass for a long time…
““Transit Alert”” was the section of people that parked the aircraft on the flightline, and did minor maintenance on the “transit” aircraft…
When it was time to wash the vehicles, we used to send the ““newby’s”” over to transit alert, to get a bucket of prop wash… Of course, transit alert was always out of prop wash, so they would send them over to base operations… It was always interesting to see how far they would be sent…
Steve Featherkile said:
One of my first tasks in the Navy was to be sent to the Main Engine Room to get a bucket of steam to prime the catapults aboard the aircraft carrier USS Ranger (CVA 61). Having been similarly clued in, I took the morning off, then stopped by the mess decks to visit a friend. I asked him if I could get some dry ice, telling him of my plan.Just before arriving at the catapult control room, I stepped into the “head,” filled the bucket with water, and then walked up to the Chief who had sent me on my mission.
“Here ya go, Chief,” said I, proudly presenting a bucket with steam billowing over the rim.
The look on his face was priceless.
Needless to say, I paid for it, but it was worth it…
We sent a few down to engineering for a BT Punch. Amazingly there always seems to be a Boiler Tech that was happy to give them one.
Jack Hewitt said:OMG! I forgot about that one. We didn't have any BT's, being part of the new modern Navy, so we sent them to the General Workshop to get an HT punch. The Hull Tech's were generous with their punches, too. :lol:
We sent a few down to engineering for a BT Punch. Amazingly there always seems to be a Boiler Tech that was happy to give them one.
It can work the other way as well. I was once told to get a doubled ended drill. I stood there with a forced smile on my face, waiting for the punchline. Guess what. There are such things as double ended drills.
As kids, we all worked on our cars. We had one guy who just hung around and was kind of a dork. So when he asked to help, we told him we needed a radiator hose for a volkswagen.
Well, apparently the first parts shop had a sense of humor, they said they were out, but sent him to another store. After he left, they alerted that shop.
Apparently he went to about 9 shops. The last one sold him a hose. We told him he got it wrong, that was a lower hose, we needed the upper one.
He stopped hanging around!
Regards, Greg
Greg Elmassian said:
As kids, we all worked on our cars. We had one guy who just hung around and was kind of a dork. So when he asked to help, we told him we needed a radiator hose for a volkswagen.Well, apparently the first parts shop had a sense of humor, they said they were out, but sent him to another store. After he left, they alerted that shop.
Apparently he went to about 9 shops. The last one sold him a hose. We told him he got it wrong, that was a lower hose, we needed the upper one.
He stopped hanging around!
Regards, Greg
What can I say? :lol: Obviously the dork’s brains weren’t air cooled. 
I did something like that but with spark plugs for a diesel Land Rover.
On a related theme, I was walking along a beach with an attractive but not terribly bright woman. We came across a number of dead fish. I think they were toads - ugly little things. I told her they were whale sperm.