Reminds me of one of the things I loved about my old job. I was the in house guy, so if a machine was too old, or came back with shipping damage and I deemed it not repairable, I got to put the machine on my fork lift, drive it outside to the big roll off dumpster. I'd raise it wayyyy up, tilt the forks and drop it. It made a sweet sound when the dumpster was empty. Was my revenge against the machines.
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