Earlier today, I was telling my family about a story I remember reading back in my hometown newspaper about 20-25 years ago. It seems that at this amusement park somewhere in the South, the most popular ride was called "The Whirl" -- it was some sort of rotating contraption. The story went that the ride seized up just before Christmas break, which was one of the park's most busy times. The local mechanics looked at the ride, but couldn't figure out what was wrong; so, the company called the original manufacturer, who sent out a technician, who I think was named "Joey".
Anyway, Joey showed up, and could tell immediately what the problem was -- they had been using a new synthetic lubricant for the rotating gears. He said that the new stuff would break down in less than half the time of the lubricant called for in the specs: animal fat. So, he told the park management to get about 50 pounds of lard, and he'd get it up and running in no time.
While they sent someone out to find that, he took the time to check out the other equipment in the park that his company had made. The animal fat came back sooner than expected, and the park manager was frantic to get "The Whirl" back up and running. "Where's Joey?", he asked. No one knew, so he went to the park's PA system and made an announcement:
"Joey, to The Whirl -- the lard has come!"