A boy was bagging groceries at a supermarket. One day the store installed a machine for squeezing fresh orange juice. Intrigued, the young man asked if he could be allowed to work the machine, but his request was denied.
Said the store manager, “Sorry, kid, but baggers can’t be juicers.”
One caller to our answering service gave me his name, number and message and then said, “You know my name. What’s yours?”
“4136,” I replied, since we were allowed only to give our operator numbers.
Sounding disappointed, he said, “May I call you by your first digit, or would that be too personal?”
As we stood in formation at the Pensacola Naval Air Station, our Flight Instructor said, “All right! All you dummies fall out.”
As the rest of the squad wandered away, I remained at attention.
The Instructor walked over until he was eye-to-eye with me, and then just raised a single eyebrow.
I smiled and said, “Sure was a lot of ’em, huh sir?”
The chairman of the board of our company called me into his office to tell me the good news. I was being promoted to Vice President of Corporate Research and Planning.
Of course, I was excited, but that didn’t stop me from asking for my new title to be changed to Vice President of Corporate Planning and Research.
“Why?” asked the chairman.
“Because,” I said, “our organization uses abbreviated job titles, and I don’t want be known as VP of CRAP.”