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I'm hoping to see accounts of situations wherein a little (or maybe a lot) of scientific knowledge paid off.
I'll start with one that's really basic, but in my view rather amusing.
In the winter of '87 I was returning to Chicago, from DC where I'd been working on a USG contract (IBM mainframe systems programming). I debarked from the plane along with the other passengers, and went to collect my check-in baggage. The conveyor was moving, but no bags were emerging from behind the row of vertical ribbons. I waited for 15 minutes or so, then got fed up.
I stepped onto the conveyor and went through the ribbon portal into the little ante room wherein the bags are transferred to the conveyor. Normally, the door from there to the tarmac would automatically lock in both directions upon closing, but this time, it was snowy and icy, and some ice at the foot of the door had kept it slightly ajar, so I opened the door and walked out onto the tarmac.
There I saw a man running the tractor-train with all our bags loaded onto it. He was sitting in his little tractor just spinning the wheels. I approached him, and asked how long he'd been doing that, and he said for about 20 minutes.
I observed that the path to the door I'd just walked out of was an upward grade, and I explained to the driver that on the icy surface, the grade was too steep for his train to climb it, so he should reverse and go downgrade a bit to escape from rut he'd been digging, then climb back up at an angle and curvily zigzag up the grade, so as to make a longer path up the grade, and thereby climb a less steep grade. I saw the light of understanding gleam on his face, and he followed the suggestion.
Soon thereafter he had pulled the train to the desired destination, and I helped him to to unload the bags from the train and put them on the conveyor. When I got to my own bag, I greeted the man goodbye, and then went back through the ribbons. When I emerged on the conveyor holding my bag, the other passengers, who saw the bags finally being conveyed, openly applauded. I suppose I'd get arrested if I were to try anything like that today.
I'll start with one that's really basic, but in my view rather amusing.
In the winter of '87 I was returning to Chicago, from DC where I'd been working on a USG contract (IBM mainframe systems programming). I debarked from the plane along with the other passengers, and went to collect my check-in baggage. The conveyor was moving, but no bags were emerging from behind the row of vertical ribbons. I waited for 15 minutes or so, then got fed up.
I stepped onto the conveyor and went through the ribbon portal into the little ante room wherein the bags are transferred to the conveyor. Normally, the door from there to the tarmac would automatically lock in both directions upon closing, but this time, it was snowy and icy, and some ice at the foot of the door had kept it slightly ajar, so I opened the door and walked out onto the tarmac.
There I saw a man running the tractor-train with all our bags loaded onto it. He was sitting in his little tractor just spinning the wheels. I approached him, and asked how long he'd been doing that, and he said for about 20 minutes.
I observed that the path to the door I'd just walked out of was an upward grade, and I explained to the driver that on the icy surface, the grade was too steep for his train to climb it, so he should reverse and go downgrade a bit to escape from rut he'd been digging, then climb back up at an angle and curvily zigzag up the grade, so as to make a longer path up the grade, and thereby climb a less steep grade. I saw the light of understanding gleam on his face, and he followed the suggestion.
Soon thereafter he had pulled the train to the desired destination, and I helped him to to unload the bags from the train and put them on the conveyor. When I got to my own bag, I greeted the man goodbye, and then went back through the ribbons. When I emerged on the conveyor holding my bag, the other passengers, who saw the bags finally being conveyed, openly applauded. I suppose I'd get arrested if I were to try anything like that today.
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