When I started work, at the tender age of 15, I was sent for a box of 'Engine revs' and an 'Overhead sump'. This entailed riding a butchers 'Order-Bike' (the ones with the huge basket on the front) about 5 miles through Liverpool, the English one, in the pouring rain, to another branch. They gave me 2 boxes.
When I got back (after another 5 mile ride in the rain), I was told to unpack the boxes. One contained a few pieces of paper with "BROOM-BROOM-BROOM" written on them and the other contained a WWII tin hat (this was kept for other poor sods from the other branch to take back when it was also raining).
I was wise to the 'Long Stand' and rode round the corner, sat in a nice warm cafe, had a mug of sweet tea and a bacon and egg sandwich and just sat there watching the world go by for about an hour.
When I got back I looked suitably fooled and everyone had a good laugh. Little did they know, I was the one doing the laughing.
Dave