Zonker92
All shiny and chrome
No judging allowed here:
As teenagers, back in the stone age, I was at a friend's house when he bought some nice new gear and wanted to get rid of his old crap plastic 70s all-in-one unit. We took it out back and my friend stood in one spot and swung the stereo around by the power cord in a big circle, until it got going really fast. Then he dipped the arc down for an instant just where a big builder intersected the circle, and bashed the stereo against the rock. It sent off some pieces, then my friend got it going fast again and dipped it again into the rock. He did this half a dozen times until the yard was covered in plastic bits and the only thing on the end of the cord was a shard of plastic.
Another friend of mine worked in a pawn shop as a teen, and he and his co-worker were supposed to lug a bunch of old heavy receivers to another building. This job entailed carrying the receivers downstairs, but they got lazy and just started sliding the receivers down the stairs; they'd crash at the bottom. Mind you, some of these were really nice units from the 70s. <cringe>
So fees up: What have you done that makes you blush and shudder, in hindsight?
As teenagers, back in the stone age, I was at a friend's house when he bought some nice new gear and wanted to get rid of his old crap plastic 70s all-in-one unit. We took it out back and my friend stood in one spot and swung the stereo around by the power cord in a big circle, until it got going really fast. Then he dipped the arc down for an instant just where a big builder intersected the circle, and bashed the stereo against the rock. It sent off some pieces, then my friend got it going fast again and dipped it again into the rock. He did this half a dozen times until the yard was covered in plastic bits and the only thing on the end of the cord was a shard of plastic.
Another friend of mine worked in a pawn shop as a teen, and he and his co-worker were supposed to lug a bunch of old heavy receivers to another building. This job entailed carrying the receivers downstairs, but they got lazy and just started sliding the receivers down the stairs; they'd crash at the bottom. Mind you, some of these were really nice units from the 70s. <cringe>
So fees up: What have you done that makes you blush and shudder, in hindsight?