let me show you something this is a normal Harbor in Iceland and as you can see the edge line is painted yellow and the box is gray let’s see another Harbor yellow line gray box and one more for good measure yellow line gray box and when I was young and stupid I was hired by my hometown Harbor to paint one of those lines yellow and because I was young and stupid I did everything I could to make the job easier like putting the paint can on the box while I was painting and as you would expect I bumped into the paint can spilling yellow paint all over the gray box so again me being young and stupid I just painted the Box yellow thinking nobody’s going to notice and here’s that box today yes yes they keep painting it yellow and as I showed you at the start it’s not every Harbor that does this just this one and it’s actually been so long that they probably don’t even know why they paint the box as yellow it’s just something they do now um okay bye

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  1. Path dependency. There's an old Jewish story that goes like this: A newly married wife is making brisket for her husband. Her husband asks, "Why do you cut the tip off the brisket?" The wife says, "I don't know, that's just what my mother did." The couple, the next day, asks the wife's mother. The mother says, "I don't know, that's just what my mother did." So they drive over to the nursing home, where the couple and the wife's mother ask the wife's grandmother, who is by this point suffering from dementia, "Why do you cut the tip off the brisket?" The grandmother replies, in a very think Yiddish accent, "Because in the old country my pan was too small for the whole brisket."

    Sounds like this.

  2. Reminds me of the military story, where an officer took command of a location.
    He wanted to know why there were guards stationed on a park bench.
    He had to go back 3 or 4 officers in charge to get told by a now retired officer that he stationed guards there while the paint on the freshly painted bench dried.

  3. I had a summer job in a warehouse. There we had rolls of stickers of different color. Each sticker had a five digit random number. This was for tracking inventory. Sometimes rolls where thrown away. (no idea why) So i took a big white one. When back to school i put one sticker on one of the upper edges of each door i could reach. After a while i tagged all the doors, even got into the parts of the school children couldn't go normally. I just thought it was funny and thrill to get to all the doors without getting caught. Putting on the last sticker on the door of the second heater room gave me a big sense of accomplishment :-). Years later i volunteered on that school for some renovation work. And behold the door stickers made it into the inventory lists. I asked around and the facility managers where using the number to track when doors where repaired, replaced or switched. They had no idea why these numbers, or the white labels, said it had always been this way.

  4. My old college job was a security guard. For a year and a half I fed a crow on site and after a month he started bringing shiny junk before eventually bringing me money. One day he brought me some car keys, I called my supervisor and we figured out the car keys belonged to the client site manager. When I returned the keys she asked how I got them from clear across the site and at that exact moment the crow swooped down and gave me a five dollar bill. I left the job to complete college a while after that.

    About three years later I’m back working at the same site and as we’re going through training I noticed they added an amendment to a rule, “Under no circumstances should you interact with the wild animals, (especially the crows).”

  5. when i was in high school i made these huge letters spelling the schools name as an end of year "art test" i came back the next year and the school hung them up over the hall. the school closed down last year but they auctioned the letters off and no one knew who made them, they've just been there for about 13 years. id kinda like credit for them.

  6. This is like a story of a family recipe for baked ham. It said to cut the ham in half to bake it so a few generations later that's how everyone did it. Someone finally asked great-grandma why and she said her baking pan was too small for a whole ham so she cut it in half.

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