Metal buildings and lightening sort of OT

I still have a couple of the spouts plus one of the funnels with the built in opener. Gerry :-)} London, Canada

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Gerald Miller
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What a crappy joke ...

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Mike Fields

It was a bit of a stinker, wasn't it?

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Don Bruder

The best ones were the 'experts' who siphoned motorhomes "beekause theyz got reel bigg gas tanks!" (SIC) - and got either the potable water tank, or worse the black-water holding tank... ;-)

My Corvair still has it's locking gas cap on it, purchased in that era. I was a teenager that learned very quickly that gas gauges fail at the worst possible times, and cars don't run on fumes or push easily, so I kept the tank toward the full side - if someone siphoned it dry, my net worth would be cut in half...

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Bruce L. Bergman

Carboard cans became common sometime after I got into the trade in

1969 - I rember the real steel cans, and the cardboard coming in, and then the plastic. I pumped a lot of bulk oil into those little glass bottles, as well as into the gallon jugs.

Remember the old hand operated gas-pumps, with the calibrated glass "jars"? Pump the jar full, then drain by gravity into the tank. Never used one at work, but I remember filling the tractors etc on a friend's farm with one.

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nospam.clare.nce

Well, this is a true story. There was a mentally challenged guy down the street from us who had an outhouse, and every halloween kids would either move it back or tip it over. Old Lloyd may have been slow, but he wasn't stupid. About noon on the 30th one year, he moved the outhouse FORWARD just far enough that when the kids came to move it they stepped in the hole. Caught them red-handed.

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nospam.clare.nce

Young whipper-snapper!

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Andy Asberry

Methinks "brown-handed" would be the better phrasing in this case... :)

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Don Bruder

After the nearly week-long power failure two summers ago, I decreed that all houshold vehicles shall be considered empty of fuel when their gages read "1/2." This way we can be sure of having about half a tank of gas for emergency driving if it happens again.

Jim

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jim rozen

Or the best...

Depending on the libido of the teenage femme in the passenger seat that night....

Jeff

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Jeff Wisnia

Well, for sure the "little stinkers" that had been doing the dirty deed were REAL stinkers that night. One was the next door neighbor brat.

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nospam.clare.nce

I have bad memories of a pallet load of those things at the top of a wet concrete incline, and a forklift. The tires on the forklift spun as I was trying to get close to the pallet, then they grabbed, and the forks speared a few cases on the bottom layer. I soon learned that empty cardboard cans with damaged sidewalls are not nearly as strong as full, intact ones. The broken cans collapsed, dropping the higher layers, and more boxes and cans burst open as they hit the ground. What a mess....

-Ron

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Ron DeBlock

So, you got to leave work oily that day?

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Dave Hinz

Yes, the guy who killed my son's friend wasn't a Native American.

But if I am to believe what I keep reading, and I'd be happy if someone would show me (with cites) tha I've been snookered, Native Americans do as a group are reputed to have a much lower tolerance to alcohol and a much higher incidence of alcoholism. I've been led to believe that is in part due to the fact that alcohol wasn't introduced into their culture until just a few hundred years ago, while the rest of us have been boozing it up for thousands of years, and Darwinism did it's thing.

Jeff

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Jeff Wisnia

Heh, we lived in both of those towns. I remember taking a quarter and getting a gallon of gas for th' lawn mower and havin' .02 change for th' gumball machine. That was in G.R. about '65 or so.

I got in big trouble at that gas station once. They had those soda pop machines with th' bottles of grape Nehi inserted sideways in a rack. Insert .15 cents, open th' door and pull out whichever brand ya wanted. Well, me being a genius back then, I brought a bottle opener and a glass. Opened th' door, popped th' tops off a couple and had me a glass full of *free* soda pop.

That's when Mr. VanderMeer, th' old Dutchman who owned th' place, picked me up by th' scruff of th' neck and walked me home danglin' from his paw. After he kicked m' butt, th' old man finished me off. I spent th' rest of that summer sweeping and cleaning th' garage bays at that gas station. Cured my ass from wanting *free* stuff from that day on .

Old man VanderMeer would prolly go to jail for that these days. Pity.

Snarl... thanks Mr. VanderMeer

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snarl67

Jeff, I don't know either, but have heard, from Native Americans, that they are actually less able to deal with alcohol biologically. And Africans usually have darker skins than Europeans. But neither is relevant when someone drives drunk. What's relevant is why the person is driving drunk. Now if it's because they are drunk and made bad choices we need to find out a way to keep these people from drinking. But identifying the race in itself really has nothing to do with the person driving drunk. ERS

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Eric R Snow

Yeah, my boss was lookin' for me, but I gave him the slip.

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Ron DeBlock

That was kinda crude....

Reply to
Ken Sterling

Cut the guy some slack! He's refining his routine!

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Don Bruder

It was explained to me, that there is actually a genetic issue.

Gunner

Rule #35 "That which does not kill you, has made a huge tactical error"

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Gunner

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