Years ago, we had a compressor in the shop. I was using the compressor for something or other. Anyway, the pressure must've gotten too high. There was a glass container (like a pint jar, but not that) that screwed into a metal thing. This jar would get all the water deposits, but mostly sortof yellowish goo. Anyway, that jar exploded, and the compressor cut off. The shop was enclosed, and my ears rang for an hour or so. I didn't want my dad to find out, so I rode my bicycle to town. Town was about 25 miles away.
I wasn't sure of the size, so I took the top with me. I did not want to make 2 trips. Unfortunately, I didn't take enough cash with me. So I had to stop by the bank. The separator was only sold as a complete unit. I rode from the bank back to the store, and darn if my dad wasn't in the store, buying a water separator. The last one.
I started back home, but my dad found me, and asked if I was injured. Nope. He'd already been home. He wouldn't give me a ride. He said I'd gotten myself into town, and could get myself home.
I was no longer so anxious to get home, so I stopped off for supper at a friend's house (on the way home, but about 4 miles away). We watched some TV, ate ice cream, and played some video games. About 9:30pm, I rode down our driveway. My parents should have been in bed. Not my dad. I got my hide tanned, but good. I couldn't ride my bike for a week. When he was finished with the belt, he told me to go put that money back in the bank.