Today, I was taught how to use a generator. That's my special job, yessiree! You basically pour some gasoline in the tank, turn it on, open the spigot from the gas tank into the motor, and pull the lawn-mower-like cord. Then you simply plug in an electrical cord and voila! By this time, half a dozen people gathered around for the demonstration.
The logistics guy, lend and mean, tried it a couple of hundreds of times. My supervisor tried it 5 times. Still didn't start, puttering out in a few seconds. Then I asked if I could try it. They sneered and asked if I had enough muscles. I flexed an arm or two (after which they retreated in awe of the muscles) and pulled the cord. It instantly started roaring and became alive.
Just to regain their dignity, the men congratulated me but told me I should immediately release the cord after I pull it to the max. Uh huh. I'd like to see you do that.
Who knew that the hours of eternal suffering mowing my parent's impossibly large lawn with a rusted old lawn mower would develop a skill useful in the Congo??