Crazy glue

[Packard]

I keep a small bottle of crazy glue in the office for small repairs.  I store it in a shallow, infrequently accessed top drawer.  This morning I found this [eek]

I've tried pulling on it and it does not budge.  I may have to grind it out. 

I'm retiring in August.  I may let the next guy figure this out.

 

[semenza]

That would be almost too much fun for the next guy to find. Probably would have a good laugh.  [big grin]

OTH, try acetone and a scraper.

Seth

 

[Packard]

That would be almost too much fun for the next guy to find. Probably would have a good laugh.  [big grin]

OTH, try acetone and a scraper.

Seth

Nah. I decided to leave it.  I am calling it an "art installation". [big grin] [big grin]

 

[Euclid]

Glue a small picture frame down around it.
And sign it.

 

[usernumber1]

looks like a murder scene

there's debonder for CA glue or try acetone if base material won't melt

 

[Sparktrician]

Put a frame on it with a nice mat and some museum glass and call it "Meltdown".  [big grin]

 

[Vtshopdog]

Reminds me of my middle and high school days way back in the mid ‘70s when Crazy Glue first came out.  A group of kids found all sorts of mischief appropriate for underdeveloped teenage boy brains:

Cafeteria tray, dishes and silverware firmly attached to a table.
Drinking fountain glued on
History teacher’s coffee mug glued to his desk
History teacher’s bottle of antacids (that he kept in his drawer to take when rowdy little S***’s did stuff like glue his mug to his desk) glued to his drawer. 

You get the idea……

 

[Packard]

Back in the early 1970s I had a customer who had a beautiful secretary.  She could not type well, but she was pretty.  She did not file things well, but she was pretty.  In fact she was terrible at most things, but she was pretty—and very nice too.

But she had some mental disorder—I don’t think they had a word for it back then, but they probably do now.  Every morning she would arrange all the items on her desk so that they were precisely in the “correct position”.  If anything was even a half inch out of its prescribed spot she would return it to the correct position.  When she went to lunch and came back she studied her desk to make sure all the items were in the correct position.

She knew that this was not normal behavior apparently but could do nothing to change it.

One evening after she left work, one of her coworkers moved all the items slightly out of position and glued them to the desk.  It was not crazy glue; it was not invented yet.  But the pieces were firmly glued down.

When she came into the office in the morning she set to replacing the items to their “correct position” and realized that they were glued down.  She also realized that everyone knew that she was “not right” in the head.  She started to cry and left the office.  Everyone in the office apologized and begged her to come back to work but she would not. 

I got the sad news when I visited next.  I asked about the pretty girl (I cannot remember her name) and they told me the story. 

The crazy glue reminded me of that.  I’m glad I got that out of my system.  I won’t bring it up again. 

 

[peter halle]

Reminds me of my middle and high school days way back in the mid ‘70s when Crazy Glue first came out.  A group of kids found all sorts of mischief appropriate for underdeveloped teenage boy brains:

Cafeteria tray, dishes and silverware firmly attached to a table.
Drinking fountain glued on
History teacher’s coffee mug glued to his desk
History teacher’s bottle of antacids (that he kept in his drawer to take when rowdy little S***’s did stuff like glue his mug to his desk) glued to his drawer. 

You get the idea……

As someone who also experienced that era, there were always the coins glued to the floor just waiting for someone to kick them or try and pick them up.

Simpler, good times.

Peter

 

[mino]

...
Everyone in the office apologized and begged her to come back to work but she would not. 
...

And she was smart too. At least on the emotional intelligence side.
Not coming back was the absolutely optimal choice on her part at that point. No point staying around people who do not respect you.

I am sure she did not cry because of the pieces not being in place. If the story is true, I am almost certain she was crying because she felt home there and now her world collapsed as she was told, in no uncertain terms, she is not respected there by the collective despite all her effors. She understood it and took appropriate action. Good move.

Moral of the story to me:
Respect people. Even, and especially, the ones which (seem) weird to one. And the ones which (seem) stupid to one.
If they are too weird to one's liking, go, ask why they do the stuff how they do. One may be surprised by the answers. And maybe will have a chance to educate the other party about his approach in turn.

My whole life, the most I learned was by talking to people who did things a way which seemed wrong, stupid and/or in other ways incomprehensible to me. I rarely learned something new from people who did the stuff the way I do.