If you ever wanted to see my Dad really annoyed, borrow a record and don't give it back. Or tell him about one that was borrowed and destroyed. A friend borrowed an LP then let it melt on a radiator, and blithely gave me $5 as if I could replace it easily. It took a while--and when I told Dad about this happening, he was really ticked--as much about the destruction as the loss of the album to me personally. NO one could use it melted! (I think it was Switched on Bach)

I work at a university library with a fine arts branch. The librarians occasionally tell stories of students finding citations for recordings, that when they're handed the LP they look so puzzled that they must be taken in hand and shown how to play them. (I guess it's time for the "this year's college freshman was born in 1987" essay to make the rounds.)

Another alarming thing about walking into my office and seeing the turntable on it's head was seeing the Carolyn Hester album on the floor. I'd been talking with other Mudcatters about her work a couple of days earlier and hadn't filed the LP back with the rest after listening to it. The LP appears to be fine (it was in the sleeve and cover, also) but I can imagine how that would look on an insurance claim!

SRS