Giving You A Kessel Run For Your Money
(I have just started working with a crew of cargo loaders/unloaders at the spaceport. As the new guy I have a lot to learn, but the crew seems friendly and doesn’t mind me asking a lot of questions.)
Boss: “Okay, so handle this cargo with care. It’s top quality Bantha fodder.”
Me: “Will do!”
Boss: “It’s perishable, so we’re going to make a very quick hyperspace jump. Ever heard of the Kessel Run?”
Me: “Nope. What’s that?”
Boss: “It’s the quickest way to get the cargo to the buyer. We should be able to make it in about fourteen parsecs or so.”
Me: “What?”
Boss: “That’s how long it should take.”
Me: “But… a parsec is a unit of—”
Boss: “The pilot told me he would be able to do it quicker, and get it done in twelve, but I don’t believe him.”
Me: “That’s all well and good, but in terms of time, a parsec isn’t much help because—”
Boss: “To be honest, I’d never heard of the Kessel Run until I met this pilot either, but he promised quick delivery, so I’m giving him the bonus rate.”
Me: “Bonus rate? Because he could get the job done in… less than fourteen parsecs?”
Boss: “I know! Amazing right?”
Me: “But you’d never even heard of the Ke—”
Boss: “Anyhow, less chatting, more working.”
Me: “Right.”
(I understood right there and then that my boss had been fooled by this ‘pilot,’ but I wasn’t going to argue. I eventually see the pilot and can’t help but comment.)
Me: “Hey, I overheard that you can make the Kessel Run in less than fourteen parsecs.”
Pilot: “Twelve!” *looks at me disdainfully and repeats my number with contempt* “Fourteen…”
Me: “So, I think I am the only one in this galaxy that knows that a parsec is a unit of distance, and not time.”
(The pilot looks me up and down, and then smiles.)
Pilot: “Listen, kid. When it comes to negotiating a price, you have to shoot first. And I always shoot first…” *he then looks up into the sky, as if angrily directing his words to some unseen force in the sky* “…and I always have!”