The story about Navajo Joe's reminded me
The last client I did a stint with had a habit of accruing and hoarding lots and lots of semi-useful tech until it was of no value at resale and was obsolete beyond measure.

This included (but was not limited to) a shipping container packed with high-end telecommunications gear and a couple of tonnes of mixed cabling.

I was tasked with organising what was shit and what was usable. 99.999% of the kit was shit - the rest was so obscure as to be useless for the current business model.

For those of you don't know any tinks / pikeys / whatever you want to call them, or scrap metal resellers, old telecoms gear and cabling sells for a fucking mint as scrap. You're dealing in extremely high-grade copper and precious metals in large volumes, and they're willing to pay cold hard cash for a lot of it.

We sold what we could, and put the cash into a pot for a staff night out - then proceeded to piss the whole lot up the wall in NJ's at covent garden, cleaning out some of their spirits and beers.

Relatively speaking it wasn't a lot of cash, but pissing it up the wall in such a flagrant wasteful fashion was great fun.

My boss still has a copy of the final receipt somewhere, which has some fucking ridiculous drinks totals on it (example : 200 quids worth of jagermeister)
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Thu 28 Jul 2011, 21:31, Reply)