Yesterday I actually talked to a girl who had never heard of Brett Favre. Granted, she was not a football fan of any kind, but never heard of Brett Favre? I've never heard of anything so ridiculous.
Except today, while I was getting my paint mixed. One of the employees was talking about her previous job at a bank and the time she locked one of her co-workers inside the vault. I don't know much about how vaults work, but she said it has a mechanism that when you close and lock it, you tell it when you will be opening it and then it won't open until that time. So she closed and locked the vault right before a three day weekend, and then heard some muffled yells from inside. They had to call a locksmith (maybe not, but I wouldn't know the title of the job) to come and cut a hole in the door in order to get her out. Another thing about vaults that I didn't know is that they are ventilated and have a supply of food and water just in case something of the sort would happen. No bathroom though, which seems kind of cruel. Anyway, the locksmith had to come from New York, and there was a blizzard so he couldn't fly. The girl ended up being locked in the vault for about 24 hours. Now that is crazy.