I was working as an electrician, wiring a new office building. My boss was an ass kisser of epic skill. His days consisted of a whole lot of chatting and goofing off, as opposed to actually managing the project. This mean an endless stream of stressful problems for those of us actually attempting to do our jobs, such as a serious lack of material and information to work with. One of the bosses tricks was to make sure that he had his tool belt, complete with a ridiculous amount of rarely used tools, strapped to his waist, any time his supervisor showed up from the office, for a walk of the job. Naturally he was "accessorizing" to create the illusion of performance.To make sure he was ready to put his electricians costume on, every morning he would carefully stage this silly, overweight belt, in the corner of an equipment room, ready to grab at a moments notice.
I got word that the supervisor was scheduled to appear, later in the day. I found the belt and carefully unloaded it. I took a Ramset tool and, reaching deep inside the pouches, shot it tight to the concrete floor. I then carefully reloaded all the hand tools. As the appointment neared, my boss was hanging near the windows, and watching for the supervisor's car. He saw the car, arriving early, and bolted for his tool belt. I got to the room ahead of him. He reached down, and with a sweeping motion, hooked the belt. The next few seconds are a priceless memory. In his mind, he was already heading out the door, and ready to wrap the belt around himself, like a gunfighter in a cheap western. In reality, he yanked the belt, lost his balance and ended up flat on his side, holding the belt like a straphanger on a bus.
I laughed so hard I thought I would pass out.