So I've gotta write this one hastily, because I have a cigar to get back to. (Sorry.)
Anyway, I work with a bunch of Puerto Rican guys. They all have names like Simba, Isoel, etc., and sometimes their names (like "Simba") have cultural connotations that American white people would pick up on, although to the Puerto Ricans these names are completely normal. Keep that in mind.
So anyway, after filling out my forklift checklist this morning, I'm about to leave the office. Before I do, Kaylie (one of the office ladies) gives me a truck to load. "It's in Door 24, right next to the office."
So I go out there and open the dock door. When I do, I see the long, empty truck bed--and it has two FedEx packages at the end of it.
"Hmm," I say. "This isn't a FedEx truck. I wonder what this means."
So I go back into the office and ask if the packages are ours. Kaylie says, "Huh, I don't know. The FedEx guy just left, but that's weird that they'd be in the back of the truck. Let's go look at them."
So we do. Two packages--one big, one small. We go back into the office and ask around. Nobody is sure what to do with the packages.
Then Rob (the warehouse manager) comes down from upstairs and says: "Oh yeah, those are ours. Matt [the trucker, who knows us and the FedEx guy] picked 'em up from the FedEx guy and put 'em into his truck before he backed in. Yeah, those are ours. Go unload 'em. That big one is the new tech printer that we ordered."
So we go back to unload them from the truck. Kaylie grabs the small box, and I look at the printer box.
"Oh yeah," Kaylie says, "that's the printer box. Someone said that it's supposed to be heavy--like 60 pounds. Who has big muscles? Like, we need someone strong who can lift this one. Who has big muscles around here? ... Oh hey, Macho! Can you help us with this package?"
And there you go.
