"Repair Problems"
The paper machine's speed controlled drive system
was down and the company was losing $10,000 an
hour in profits. They placed an emergency call to the
General Electric repair service and, since it was 3:00
am on Saturday night, the only repair man they had
available was old Charlie.
Old Charlie had been a repairman for 35 years and
was only two years from retirement. He had seen it all
and wasn't impressed by much.
As old Charlie pulled up to the guard shack at the plant
entrance, he was waved through and greeted by no one
less than the plant manager. "Thank goodness you're
here. How long will it take you to fix it?"
Now Charlie had had nothing more than the sketchiest
description of the problem but he replied without
hesitation, "Oh, about fifteen minutes."
"Great!" replied the plant manager, "My men will show
you where the drive controls are and get you anything
you need."
After three hours of testing, reading prints, asking
questions, the drive system was still not working.
The plant manager became increasingly enraged
and accosted old Charlie,
"I thought you said you could fix this thing in FIFTEEN
MINUTES!"
"I can and I will, " he replied, "As soon as I figure out
what's wrong with it!"
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"Is It Cold Enough For You?"
The temperature had taken an overnight plunge
and Minnesota reaffirmed its reputation as one
of the nation's coldest states.
Despite a wind-chill of minus 40, we steelworkers
erecting a TV tower in a Minneapolis-St. Paul suburb
showed up for work.
By 9 a.m., a tall Texan climbed down from the tower
and entered the office trailer. He took his lunch pail
from the shelf and headed for the door.
"What's up?" the foreman asked. "You sick?"
"Nope," the Texan replied. "Goin' home to get my jacket."
"Where's home?" the foreman persisted.
"Dallas," he said.
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