My inspector experience was with the NYFD. I was working for a retail store chain owned by four Japanese brothers and had recently been promoted to store manager for one of the branches.
As Christmas approached, and we stocked up, our storerooms in the basement were overflowing. One of the brothers took me aside and said, "Pretty soon someone from the fire department is going to show up and inspect the basement. When they do, hand them a Christmas card with a $50 bill in it and say, "This is for the Fireman's Christmas Ball."
I said, "Okay."
Several days later a young, smooth faced fireman showed up. He was about my age, 20 or so, I judged. He had on a sharp looking uniform and hat, but not firefighting gear, and carried a clipboard. We go down to the basement and he's looking around, writing notes on his clipboard and commenting on how much stuff there is.
I whip out the Christmas card with $50, hand it to him and say, "This is for the Fireman's Christmas Ball."
He says, "What?," looking confused at the envelope in his hand.
I say, insisting, "That's for the Fireman's Christmas Ball."
He tries to hand it back, saying it isn't necessary, but I keep insisting that he take it. We are both kinda confused by our interaction, but ultimately I prevail, and he, with his clipboard, Christmas card, and now perplexed face, takes off.
Several days later, one of my subordinates reports to me that there are firefighters in the basement poking around. I go downstairs to find two firemen, grizzled vets in full firefighting gear, helmets and all, no clipboards, maybe a little drunk, looking around, poking at stacks of boxes, and commenting that there sure is a lotta stuff.
"Looks like a fire hazard here."
I say, with exasperation, "You guys were already here! We made our donation to the Fireman's Ball!"
They look at me, look at each other, thinking it over...
"Okay," one finally says, and they trudge up the stairs and out the store.