Gullible colleague
Many years ago when I worked in a little computer shop we had a rather gullible and not terribly technical colleague. "Not terribly technical" understates it - "worse than a man short" is perhaps closer. But, since he was a keen cyclist, we were able to keep him belting backwards and forwards between shop and office, across town.

"S.," the boss would say, "nip across to the shop and pick up the RAM disk head cleaner will you?", and he'd come across. We'd hand him something in a poly bag, and off he'd go - "Oh, and while you're at the office can you pick up some left-handed jiffy bags? These ones are the wrong way round, look..."

And so it went. Glass hammers and long stands were too obvious, but other things like a wireless power cable and an ethernet cable regassing kit were shipped back and forth.

Until we asked him to go and get a jar of coffee.

"What do you mean, 'a jar of coffee'?"
"Uhm, just some coffee, like that one there that's empty, but, you know, *not* empty."
"What, now? Where from?"
"I don't know, the Co-Op or something, here's some money, just go and get some coffee"
"Fucking wind-up merchants..." and he skulked off.
(gordonjcp, Fri 22 Aug 2008, 10:44, Reply)