A while ago, the cistern pipe of the toilet in work broke and leaked thro' the ceiling onto a pile of old boxes which contained some broken computer parts and a an obsolete PC.
I thought the ceiling was fecked, so called out a builder and started to make an insurance claim. However, the builder dicked about keeping me waiting and the ceiling dried out such that it only needed a bit of paint to make everything okay. My Mam did it for me one weekend. However, the insurance bloke said I could claim for the computers (old for new) and get two new basic computers complete with monitors.
I didn't bother. Those computer parts were already in the basement when I moved into this office and my old 486 was just waiting to be thrown away.
I did something else too and got a tin of biscuits as my karma reward - but I can't be arsed to type about it.
Has anyone else had a 'My Name is Earl' moment?