Golf club meet tree.
I’m VERY close to heaving my HP printer out the window. I might go pit it now that it’s on my mind.
A friend of mine was in the Navy. One day at sea, a rack of Sidewinder missiles failed somehow and four Sidewinders fell onto the deck. Apparently this voids the warranty, and they needed to be dumped, so Jim and some buddies got to toss $250,000 worth of missiles into the sea…
Once when I was really angry at someone, I ripped up a $20 bill in front of them. Of course, they thought it was a fake… :smack:
Meh. Just tape the pieces together and get a fresh one from the bank.
I once took a sledge to a RAID disk unit back in the days when drives were $5,000 each and this thing had something like seven drives in it.
Working electronics retail we often got TVs back from repair centers deemed “repair costs exceed value of unit”.
I don’t know how many 27"-36" tubes and projection sets we put to rest in our trash compactor.
They make some ugly sounds when slowly crushed.
A battleship. The USS Missouri
Ok a model of it. The model and paint probably only cost about 10 dollars. (buth those wre 1975 dollars) and that’s a lot of money to a 5th grader. Plus I put hours and hours of work into it.
I was pissed at my brother for something…
I just knew that if I took the hammer to him or to his possesions I would have been in real trouble.
I had this computer for which I paid £500, several years ago. Heap o’ junk which crashed every time there was a change in the breeze. I tried all the usual legal remedies to get my money back from the pirate scum who sold it to me, and got nowhere. Eventually, I just had to give up and buy a new PC from another source (which, thankfully, was fine). I took the useless heap o’ junk round to a friends house, and in the middle of a very drunken party we mightily enjoyed utterly trashing it in the garden. We hammered it to smithereens and then tried cremating it, just for good measure.
Taking a slightly oblique look at the question, I could say I once intentionally destroyed what, at the time, I laughingly referred to as my career. I was quite well paid at the time (over £60K) but also suffering advanced necrosis of the soul, and I decided I wanted to do something else with my life. So I just walked out and said goodbye to all that. Now much poorer but also much happier.
It’s a nice story, but I do have a real hard time believing that the US Navy would let people throw sidewinder missles into the sea. even if they have been dropped. :dubious:
Hey, next time that happens, give me a call. I’ll come out and pick 'em up for ya.
Anyway, mine would be a powder-blue '67 Mercury Monterey that I bought off some car lot for $75, and drove in a demolition derby. It had been hit hard in the rear but from the rear wheels forward was in showroom condition. Neither I nhor the friends who helped me out had the slightest idea what we were doing; unlike any other person who ever participated in such an event, we didn’t make any modifications or remove any parts whatever, except for taking out the head- and taillights, and chaining the doors, hood and trunk shut. The worst was assuming that because the gas tank was mounted over the rear axle, it was in a sufficiently protected position. What’s more, it was 3/4 full when I drove onto the track for my heat.
Fortunately, on about the third hit the transmission linkage broke on my rolling bomb, so I was spared a public immolation. Nobody ever knew where it came from, apparently, but the track staff spent about twenty minutes burning off spilled gasoline before the next round could start.
A window air conditioner. It was still putting out cool air, but not very cool, and the landlord wouldn’t fix it. I finally opened it up. While I didn’t see anything obviously wrong with it, I did see a spot where the condensor coil was vibrating against another piece of metal, and slowly getting worn. I took a file and worked at the spot until I could hear the freon escaping (we didn’t know about flurocarbons and the ozone hole and global warming and all that yet) then I carefully put it back together. When I turned it on, the compressor locked, a circuit blew and the landlord had to come out for that.
I once worked for a photocopier wholesaler.
Every year we got to destroy an old, or not so old copier, usually one that had so many service calls we had to exchange it for one that worked.
They were usually high-end, costing approximately, $60,000-$80,000, new.
Every so often I will get a call from the parts warehouse that they have a supply of airbags that need to be disposed of. (customer returns for blemishes, etc)
I will then go out and deploy 50 or more airbags in a morning. This renders them safe for the trash.
These bags retail for somewhere between $750-$1000 each.