One summer while out of school, I worked with Fortenberry and Sons Builders. I was a carpenter's helper, which involves holding lumber during cutting, fetching lumber, nails and tools. My first day on the job was spent trying to find the lumber stretcher. Every person I went to had sent it on to someone else, so I had to go find that person, only to find that it had passed on to another carpenter. That darned stretcher had made it to every person in the subdivision by the end of the day.
Riding home with my neighbor, who had gotten the job for me, he finally clued me in on what had been happening. Next day, I was of course the laugh of the day, but when I was sent for something, I did some serious thinking if I didn't find it on the first try.