A friend owned a little craft shop, she’d made a few enemies along the way.
So I get a phone call one morning;
“Tony, I’ve fond an old rusty tin on the back of a shelf”.
“OK what about it, any label on it?”
“¼oz sodium in vacuum”.
“Don’t touch it, shut the shop, I’ll be there in 20 minutes and I’ll take it to work”.
So at work I taped it to a brick pierced a hole in the tin and slung it in to the drainage sump. Nothing happened, so I’m wandering back to the workshop dejected. While my back was turned there was an almighty explosion, about 100 tonnes of water and quarry slurry erupted like an atomic bomb mushroom cloud. The wind then caught it, the workshop and the plant were a strange brown s*** colour. It took months for the rain to wash it off.