My first real boss after college told us a story about his frat at Baylor calling a plumber. The tub wouldn't drain no matter how much Drano they used or how hard they plunged. Plumber shows up, reaches down, pulls up the plug, and writes the bill. 
(Where are you now, Troy?)
I had one like that in reality.
I was working for a computer rental place in the mid '90s. I am taking a very late lunch one day, about 4:30PM, when I get a call on the radio that they need me to come pick up a Macintosh and take it down to a Macys in San Jose. Now, our location was in Larkspur in Marin County, about 50-60 miles north of San Jose, with San Francisco in between us. They need me to do this in rush hour traffic, all overtime. I get back to the office about 4:45 and as I am loading up the computer they tell me what is going on, so far as they can tell. Earlier in the day another driver brought the Mac down to a makeup beautique in Macys so that they could run some software on it to demo makeup to customers. About an hour after the delivery guy left, they got a panicked call for one of the girls saying she had broken the computer. She was too hysterical for them to walk her through it over the phone and figure out what was wrong with it.
So I drive down there, takes about an hour and a half. When I get there I have a hunch as to what happened, so I leave the replacement Mac in the van and walk inside to look at the one there. I check the cables, they are good, so I press the power button and the Mac comes on, makes the happy Mac chime and seems fine. So I ask the girl what happened. She points at the power button on the upper left corner of the Mac's keyboard and says she pressed that key. I let her know that it was just the power button, that computers aren't that fragile and so on.
Once back outside I call on the radio and let my boss know that he just had me driver 120-140 miles and pay me three plus hours of overtime to come down and press the power button.
