It was a Little Spanish Fleet

Everyone knows someone like the guy I’m about to talk about: You feel bad for mocking this person, because they are so utterly witless, and you know no comeback is forthcoming. Too often you must zing them, because they practically force you to. I am specifically referring, in this case, to Lunchbox, a codename which probably needs no explanation.

Lunchbox was the kind of nerd who would absolutely have a fit if someone were to have the temerity to suggest the Batman could defeat Superman. I mean, how could he? Batman is just a dude, Superman could burn him to death from space with his laser vision! He once absolutely could not get his head around the fact that I do not like Meatloaf. I mean, it’s practically a hamburger!
One day, he’s quotes a line from Mallrats, and I corrected his quote, as I had just watched it last night. He would not have it. So I pull out a 20, and tell him that Andrew Jackson is certain that I am correct. The bet on, we go find the manuscript online, go to the line, and prove Andrew Jackson to be an excellent judge of veracity.

Three days later, after having begged off thrice, he still does not have a 20 for me.

“Don’t Welsh on this bet man”
“Hey, I’m part Welsh, don’t slander them like that”
“Maybe the phrase was coined because your people kept going back on debts?”
To his credit, he paid up the next day so as to not dishonor his heritage.

At the time, I had a habit of whistling “It was a little Spanish fleet”. And it drove ol’ Lunchbox nuts. I wasn’t doing it intentionally, it would just pop in my head, and I’d whistle it. One day, I was helping a customer de-brick her computer, and in the middle of a reboot, she started to hum the tune herself. So I joined in! It seemed the thing to do at the time. Lunchbox tells me to stop, and reminds me I’m on a call. I pointed to the headset, and mouthed “she started it”, then cut back in. The rep to my right had to leave the area he was laughing so hard.