Closest I can get to the engineer topic is to comment that when I was a kid, I had a teddy bear that wore a train-conductors hat and I believe that the lil bastards name was Casey or something.
Phone etiquette rant-
1. Please don't put your damn kid on the phone with me. I realize you have a new offspring that you're proud of... I get it. But Judas Priest... Billy and I have nothing in common, I assure you! I don't care that he's only four and can recite the alphabet or that he doesn't crap in his pants anymore or that he can say cute crap. Fact is that the garbled nonsensical words and sounds do nothing for me and I have no desire to decipher whatever in the hell he's trying to say in between the long stretches of silence. If he can't even tell me what the weather's like in his neck of the woods, then I assure you that he and I are going to be at an impasse. Please... Put Daddy or Mommy back on the phone you nose-picking little mess.
2. If I'm talking with you and attempting to resolve whatever issue that you're having, for the love of God PLEASE don't call your significant other and ask that I talk to them about it! It's bad enough that you yourself can't coherently convey to me what your problem is, but I assure you that "Home alone drunk Bob" isn't going to lend much help to the situation. Now I have to not only give information to you, but Bob as well. Bob isn't helping because he's now more confused than YOU are. Oh... and someone must be texting or calling cause you're phone is now beeping like a robot having a seizure and the call is cutting out so I can't even tell what Bob is saying anymore. Lastly... Your phone is effing DISGUSTING. If you think that I have a desire to continue holding this bacteria-laden petri-dish up to my ear any longer, you are very much mistaken. Tell Bob to come in and see me and we can go from there but this mangled three-way isn't helping!