He asked for a truckload of paving stones. Gravity RSVP'd.

He wanted us to load his pickup with paving stones, and in my line of work “comply” comes with a hydraulic laugh—so I loaded until the truck started speaking in creaks.

You know how a guy at Home Depot yells because the forklift won’t lift his living-room ambitions? Same energy. We put stones in his bed until the rear sagged like a sad hammock and the tailgate started flirting with the pavement. “You asked for it, you got it,” someone wrote, and honestly that’s policy: customer wants maximum mass, we deliver maximum consequences.

There’s always a guy who thinks physics is a suggestion. One commenter said he once stuffed 500 lbs of paving stones into a VW Golf and struggled to reach highway speed—fair. Another watched a big-box customer berate an employee for not using a forklift to load stones into his truck. People love shortcuts until the shortcut chases them down the road.

Call it malicious compliance or just good old-fashioned Newtonian justice: you FAFO—force and folly. We gave him exactly what he asked for. The truck learned a tough lesson, the stones learned some road manners, and I learned to keep a camera handy. Comedy. We having fun?