The camp’s floor buffer was apparently broken and after some testing I determined it was the hand switch that was broken so you had to manually run the buffer by plugging the motor itself directly into the wall which would instantly send the device into operation.  I showed the intricate process of plugging the device directly into the wall to Anthony Celona, the camp dullard, and walked to the office.  At the office I got a call from Anthony who had forgotten how to turn on the buffer.
Me:”Anthony”
Anthony:”Yes, Terry”
Me:”Facing the buffer, do you see the thing that looks like a power cord”
Anthony:“Yes”
Me:”That’s the power cord, now do you see the thing that looks like an electric socket”
Anthony:”Yes”
Me:”Put the thing that looks like a power cord into the thing that looks like an electric socket”
Anthony:”Did you say something, I can’t hear you over the floor buffer”

I fear when I return to camp I may depend on his unique technical talents to fill this page.  Each day will simply become him trying to operate some device like an electric pencil sharpener followed by either the dollar value of the damage he caused with it our the amount of blood loss it caused.