Fans
I have this fan sitting next to me. I've had it for years.
When I first turn it on, it squeaks like a bastard.
I have to backhand it hard with my right hand, just right, to get it to stop squeaking. The left hand doesn't do it for some reason, it has to be the right hand, and I have to hit it perfectly.
I would take it apart to fix it, but I'm half blind and the screws are recessed. I can't tell what type of screws they are, but I think they are Torx security screws, and I do not have those bits. So, I'm going to continue slapping this fan for the rest of my days.
Here is a song called "Bertha".
For years, a popular legend circulated that the song was written about an erratic, mechanical cooling fan in the band's office that would wobble and bounce around the floor. Jerry Garcia confirmed this in a 1979 interview. However, lyricist Robert Hunter clarified that the fan was actually named after the song was released.
This concludes your daily lesson about fans. Please don't ask me any questions, because this is pretty much all I know about fans.
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I most likely learned it on DU.
Sometimes people's recollections are faulty so perhaps Robert Hunter doesn't remember how it all went down. lol
But...I probably do that a lot because I forget what I post as soon as I post it, and then end up posting it again a week later!
(You have to show those S.O.B.s who's boss!)
not a punch or slap.
And it has to be on the top right side of the Ryobi logo.
Fans are temperamental. 
Hey Harker...that reminds me of a story.
When I worked as an accountant (first job out of college)...we used to go to the batting cages at lunch time. You could choose your pitcher...Nolan Ryan, Fernando Valenzuela, etc.
Well, I could always hit a baseball well, but I got REAL good at the batting cages. We would go every day. I tore my hands up until I got smart and got some batting gloves.
At the same time, I was on a slow pitch softball team. My timing was so used to the hardball pitching machines that I could not hit a slow pitched softball to save my life.
I was playing in a softball game that had a lot of spectators. I whiffed on three pitches. Three strikes you're out. I couldn't get my timing right to hit a softball.
Who the hell whiffs in slow pitch softball? Never been so embarrassed...people were laughing at me.
Ozzy! Ozzy!
great hitter ( before the batting cages).
When I was in junior high, a few elementary schools merged together there.
About 5 guys from another school were messing with me...they beat me up.
Subsequently, one of those guys was the softball pitcher during gym class. I was naturally a little salty after getting beat up.
He pitched the ball to me, and I hit a line drive that bounced off the pitchers head and knocked him down. He couldn't get his glove up quickly enough.
We became friends after that.