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This wasn't a trash compactor, but it's still a dumb trash story.
When I was in high school, we got a new chemistry teacher who, aside from being a potential pedophile, was a complete IDIOT. Well, the first thing he has us do with the new school year is start throwing out the old stuff (and some of this stuff had been in the school since it opened in 1929, so we're not kidding around).
Mistake one: He gives me and my friend Samantha, the two biggest spazzes in the class, the job of throwing out the old chemicals.
Mistake two: He tells us to pour them down the sink at the back of the room.
Now, okay, I'm a genius. And Samantha, not being ugly, just truthful, is not. But she was the first to look at me and say "I don't think that's a very good idea." I agreed wholeheartedly.
Us: "Mr. H, won't mixing all these chemicals together probably do something, uh, bad?"
Idiot: "No, no, girls, don't worry about it, this stuff is so old that it won't even do anything if you stick your hand in it."
*whispering to Samantha* "BullSHIIIIIIT."
Still, we had twenty classmates as witnesses to what we were told, so we started pouring. When smoke started rising out of the drain, we called him over.
Idiot: *turns on the water* "Just let that run, it'll rinse everything out."
*SIGH* So we kept pouring. And after a few minutes, Samantha looked down.
"There's water running out from under there."
Long story short, the chemicals ATE THROUGH the damn drain pipe. Chewed a hole completely through it and then the water was just pouring out.
And did our idiot teacher call anyone? NO, that would require a brain cell to smash itself against the inner skull. He mopped up the mess and put a bucket in front of the sink so it wouldn't be used.
It's a miracle I survived that school, I swear.
When I was in high school, we got a new chemistry teacher who, aside from being a potential pedophile, was a complete IDIOT. Well, the first thing he has us do with the new school year is start throwing out the old stuff (and some of this stuff had been in the school since it opened in 1929, so we're not kidding around).
Mistake one: He gives me and my friend Samantha, the two biggest spazzes in the class, the job of throwing out the old chemicals.
Mistake two: He tells us to pour them down the sink at the back of the room.
Now, okay, I'm a genius. And Samantha, not being ugly, just truthful, is not. But she was the first to look at me and say "I don't think that's a very good idea." I agreed wholeheartedly.
Us: "Mr. H, won't mixing all these chemicals together probably do something, uh, bad?"
Idiot: "No, no, girls, don't worry about it, this stuff is so old that it won't even do anything if you stick your hand in it."
*whispering to Samantha* "BullSHIIIIIIT."
Still, we had twenty classmates as witnesses to what we were told, so we started pouring. When smoke started rising out of the drain, we called him over.
Idiot: *turns on the water* "Just let that run, it'll rinse everything out."
*SIGH* So we kept pouring. And after a few minutes, Samantha looked down.
"There's water running out from under there."
Long story short, the chemicals ATE THROUGH the damn drain pipe. Chewed a hole completely through it and then the water was just pouring out.
And did our idiot teacher call anyone? NO, that would require a brain cell to smash itself against the inner skull. He mopped up the mess and put a bucket in front of the sink so it wouldn't be used.
It's a miracle I survived that school, I swear.
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