...and I'm sure they were like, "Well, it's better than we expected...do we call him on it? Nah, too much headache."
--Patrick
I am pretty sure they know something went down, but I don't think they ever figured out exactly what it was, or how many were there. Some of the broken things I was able to space out over the next six months or so as "oops I just broke this, sorry" and revealing it then. The biggest pain in the ass was my Dad's movie directory. I think I've said before my father had several thousand movies on VHS, recorded off HBO and stuff, like 3 movies to a tape. So he had to catalog them with a special system, and he typed up the complete catalog in a DBASE database. However, he went several years without updating it, instead merely making hand notations on the hard copy printout when he added new movies. That hard copy (about an inch thick of dot matrix printout) got a pitcher of beer spilled on it. I threw it out, then a couple months later claimed I accidentally ruined it with soda. I didn't realize the magnitude of the loss. I spent 3 weeks of that summer re-cataloging all the videos with my father and updating the database.
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Is this another story you're sharing?
It's decidedly less sexy. In fact, you pretty much have the whole story, there. When I was in college I had a turbocharged MX-6. One night around midnight my friends and I got drunk and took it out to Socorro Municipal Airport, got out on the runway, and gunned it. "Trying to take off," I called it, or some such. I think I got it to about 105 (that'd be about 170kph) before I had to slam on the brakes and swerve to not go off the end, into the sagebrush and tumbleweeds.