Barney Rubble
International Coach
luckyeddie said:Apparently, when Scott Styris was young, he made an amazing discovery that could have changed his life for the better if he had realised it at the time - notwithstanding the fact that it was the first and only time any Kiwi had ever created anything other than an excuse.
His boyhood nickname was 'Sty' - nothing to do with his surname, more to do with the fact that he had the manners of a pig. Anyway, I digress.
He had a part-time job at a local factory, and one day his boss asked him to ditch a couple of drums of toxic chemicals, namely ethylene and benzene - properly, in the deep part of the river.
Sty, lazy git that he was, just rolled them down the hill and they ended up in shallow water. His boss saw this and told him in no uncertain terms to tow them well away from the bank and sink them. "If a job's worth doing, it's worth telling someone to do it well", he muttered.
Sty eventually decided to do as he was told, because he was too lazy to argue. He strolled down the hill, tied the drums to the stern of a rowing-boat and set off. The drums were heavy, though, so Sty decided to lighten the load by unscrewing the lids and letting some of the liquids out.
So that's what he did - and the two noxious chemicals instantly reacted violently with each other. A huge mass of toxic, foul-smelling bubbles (a little like Rod Marsh passing wind in the bath) threatened to engulf the little rowing boat, but young Scott seemed oblivious to the danger - until, that is, his boss yelled out at the top of his voice: "Sty! Row! Foam!"
and sold the patent to Dow Chemicals.
Genius.