*When you go to a weird junkhouse auction, see an old data-switching box, and say to yourself, 'huh, if I can get that for two bucks or less, I can gut it and turn it into a stir plate...' and now have it in your possession - for two bucks. Guess I need to visit Radio Shack.
*To add to above, you think about bidding on a soldering set, but consider it too late, and lose out to the guy who bid two and a half bucks on it... d'oh!
*When you weed out your store of bottles with anything remotely related to a particular beer brand (for example, 'Samuel Adams' bottles that have the name imprinted in the glass) because you've amassed such a large store of 'blanks' you can afford to be a snob - purely for labeling reasons.
*When you experience your first bottle bomb and marvel at how a beer bottle, ensconced in a cardboard beer box, blows a ragged hole through said box, wedges a shard of glass in the wall, and sprinkles the floor with brilliant flecks of brown glass ... and then shed a small tear for the precious beer lost (while cleaning the mess wearing safety glasses and rubber gloves 'just in case' another goes terminal).
*To add to above, you think about bidding on a soldering set, but consider it too late, and lose out to the guy who bid two and a half bucks on it... d'oh!
*When you weed out your store of bottles with anything remotely related to a particular beer brand (for example, 'Samuel Adams' bottles that have the name imprinted in the glass) because you've amassed such a large store of 'blanks' you can afford to be a snob - purely for labeling reasons.
*When you experience your first bottle bomb and marvel at how a beer bottle, ensconced in a cardboard beer box, blows a ragged hole through said box, wedges a shard of glass in the wall, and sprinkles the floor with brilliant flecks of brown glass ... and then shed a small tear for the precious beer lost (while cleaning the mess wearing safety glasses and rubber gloves 'just in case' another goes terminal).