Consider that moment when you’re in the swirling bisque, fingernails clutching the rim as unpleasant consequences mock your lack of exit strategy. Like my first day in the Army when a drill sergeant expressed his unvarnished displeasure with my existence, or the time I accepted a party invitation only to discover, as the deadbolt clicked behind me, that it was an Amway trap, and pallets of detergent later appeared in my hangar. Not a total loss as those liquid-filled bottles made for spectacular hydraulic expansion demonstrations on the target range. Airborne though, that sickening I’ve gone too far usually has one source. Me … or you. Mostly, me.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.avweb.com/insider/the-history-of-going-down-the-tubes