I once airdropped an airsick bag full of urine to a dead car out in the desert. Does that count? 
Didn’t score a hit.
There’s a story there.
I’m not sure I want to hear it.
Droning along in a Cessna somewhere between Las Vegas and Los Angeles I needed to pee. It happens, even to teenagers which I then was. The Cessna was a trainer so a couple airsick bags were always tucked in the seat back pocket. Other than that I had no containers of any kind. Giving thanks for being male, I quickly arranged for me to be empty and it to be full.
Now what to do with the bag? It’s designed to be sealed, but mostly for holding chunkier stuff that’s less spilly. And I still had an hour or more to the destination. Don’t want to have to clean that mess, and don’t want corrosive urine down in the “bilge” either.
Opening windows while in motion is no bigger a deal in a Cessna than it is in a Chevy. By good fortune up ahead I espied me a wrecked car out in the middle of nowhere. Folks sometimes drag them out there and burn them or shoot them up for fun. Pretty soon they’re just a brown rusty hulk.
Bombs away!
That’s never happened on my phone, but years ago I inherited a previously used email address, and I got some weirdly personal email. I was put on an organizational list for a small college reunion. (I told the organizer to remove me, of course, but people “replying all” continued to include me for a while. I got photos of someone’s christening. (I had the computer fake a bounce message for that. It seemed too personal to tell them the photos had gone to a random person.) Some other stuff.
I have a friend who shares a name with a psychotherapist who treats sexually abused kids. They have similar email addresses. People mis-type. She’s gotten some horrible stuff.
My mobile number for the last 20-ish years has been an anagram of the number for a local “pain doctor” e.g. I’m 555-756-2486 and he’s 555-756-2846.
The greeting on the doc’s office’s answering machine / voicemail mumbles the numbers just enough that somebody can easily mis-hear what it is. Then call me tomorrow when they’re jonesing again.
I’ve gotten a lot of “interesting” calls at odd hours from drug-seekers. But nothing horrific. Back when I lived there I’d answer such calls at reasonable hours and give the caller the right number. Hoping that then they won’t call back tomorrow night. Besides, being nice to strangers is the Midwestern way.
Now that I’ve moved away but kept my number, any incoming call from my old area code that’s not a contact is ignored. I wonder how much harm I’ve done to his business?
I get photos from beautiful Russian women who are hot for my 88 year old body.
Any thought of responding is a good dementia alarm.
Your experience was a fun one. I’ve only had it happen a couple times, both seemed to be mistakes. Drunk people at a bar mistakenly sending a group picture.
However this does have a pretty dark side. I first heard about this from a friend who lived in Japan. She turned off AirDrop.
All that and Happy Birthday or Happy Doper-versary. I see the cake next to your name.
Many thanks!