"Did you read the instructions?"

We were standing there looking at the wooden "clotheshorse" someone had gone and bought to add height to our display cabinets.
Yes, there is rather a lot in those cabinets at the showgrounds. This is a "good thing" but it puts pressure on the available display space so P... went off and bought the clotheshorse". After all, we are displaying clothes and household items aren't we? 
It arrived in pieces of course. These things are never assembled. The instructions were written in that curious dialect of English known as "Instructionese". They had been read and we had interpreted them into standard English.
We still could not get the thing to go together.
   "Leave it," A....told us, "H....will be in soon. He can put it together."
So we went back to putting other things in display cabinets in other places. 
     "H... is here. A....'s asking him to put the clotheshorse together now," J...told me.
      "Oh good. We can finish that cabinet," I said.
We waited.
We waited some more.
Then I heard a muffled curse. It wasn't actually a rude word, more a sound of exasperation. 
And then I heard A... ask, "Have you read the instructions?"
There was absolute silence and then everyone, including H... burst out laughing.
About ten minutes later we had a very nicely assembled clotheshorse. We could not have done it nearly as well. H... had needed his electric drill and a proper  hammer (rather than the lump of timber supplied) to do the job.
We have asked if we can have two more clotheshorses for next year. H.... won't need to read the instructions again.