During basic training, we were in formation when our drill instructor asked, "Who can type?"
You could have heard a pin drop.
The golden rule: No one volunteers for anything.
The drill instructor was getting impatient, so another recruit and I raised our hands. The drill instructor said to follow him, and we figured we were in for a nasty job.
Come to find out it was our week for kitchen duty. We worked for the galley chief in an air-conditioned office for the entire week typing out daily menus, while everybody else was dirty, hot and greasy cleaning the kitchen and scrubbing pans. They were not very happy with us, but we laughed our butts off.