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In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a short summary for this text. The summary must include a situation which caused humor. The summary should be one or two sentences long.
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Text: i work in it and this all started a week or so ago by me backing up the archived company data. we have tons of archived data and i have spent weeks moving the files to external hard drives and removing the data from our main storage. finish most of the work and set the drives aside for the head guy to later take them home or what ever the company plans to do with the data. 

a couple of weeks go by and the company is determined to buy new storage but cheaply. they want to add space to alleviate the ever increasing amount by buying a home use data storage unit. cool, i guess, but not really a professional box. we have a little trouble getting it connected to the main network and the head man in charge comes down to help us as he working in that field for a long time. he asks why we did not fill up the box with hard drives like he asked and i replied that the box only needed two drives to start it up and we can add more as time went on. he tells me to add more drives and without really thinking i grabbed the backup drives and loaded them into the new box. one hour goes by and i realize what i had done. i pull the drives out of the unit and realize that all of the data had been formatted over. fuck. i tried using easus to get the data off but when i did nothing is really readable.
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i used archived drives to fill up a new storage box overwriting years of company data and costing thousands.


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Text: so this was a little while ago, but the cringe i get every time i think about it makes it feel like just yesterday.

i have been living in a major north-eastern city for about 10 years. one of my good friends from back across the country had the opportunity to come live here, and we were both excited about it. i was on a road trip with my gf that summer, and set it up so that she would fly back from the west coast and i would take said friend and his belongings back in the camper van. he would then stay with us for the next month or so until he found a place.

the drive was epic, and we arrived back in the city on a thursday afternoon haggard and beaten up by the road. friend was tired, but excited to explore and get to know the neighborhood a little better. me and the gf had planned to go visit her parents about 2 hours out of town for the long weekend, and it seemed like a good opportunity for friend to have some space to get settled and to enjoy the new neighborhood.
so friday morning i hand him the key chain with the extra keys as gf and i head out. apparently not more than an hour later friend heads out to buy some food at one of the premiere local greasy spoon restos i'd told him about. on this cool and sunny day wearing shorts and a tee, and grabbing only change and a few small bills he wanders down the road for a bite. mmmmmm. so yummy. time to go home and set up the bedroom. maybe do some laundry.

the place is a row house on a farily commercial street in a dense urban/residential area. the front door leads to a private indoor staircase where at the top of the stairs is a second door. the first key opens the street door, but somehow the top door to the apartment doesn't want to work.
hmmm.... this is strange.

well, no worry. there's a back balcony that is climbable, and friend has never know a house he couldn't break in to. so up to the back balcony he went. but this place is a fortress. bars on windows, and a proper deadbolt in the back door. no way in without causing some serious damage. friend started to lose hope. new to the city with no acquaintances other than me, but of course i'm out of town and friend doesn't have a number.

so he's realizing that it's friday mid-day, and he has 60 cents to his name and nowhere to go and no way in until sunday sometime... or was it monday...

day 1 passes fine. anyone can find a days worth of activities for free in a new town. having no food is tough, but there are a few peppers growing in the balcony garden, so that's something. and the reclining patio chair is comfortable... fuck. it's raining. so he did what any of us would do and carried that patio chair all the down from the patio and around the block to set it up inside the dirty old stairwell to sleep.

day 2 becomes a little more difficult. it's hot. like hot enough that being outside without water feels actually kind of dangerous. and there's no easy bathroom... so friend spends most of the day staying near the one establishment he knows that will give him water. returning to the patio for more peppers and some green tomatoes, he resigns again to the stairwell for another slanted and uncomfortable sleep surrounded by flaking paint and cobwebs somehow perched in a reclining deck chair on a staircase.

day 3 is worse. he has somehow convinced himself that we will be home any minute, and in his hunger finishes any and every vegetable on the patio that is even near ripe. wandering the neighborhood and essentially waiting for hours upon hours for us to return, still unable to go too far from the water/bathroom resource, he plods through a now sweaty and smelly existence as a new street kid for the area. still no sign of me and the gf, so by nightfall he is raiding neighbors' gardens and again setting up for sleep in the stairwell.

finally monday afternoon we roll back to town. we park and grab our stuff and are chatting about how nice it must have been for friend to have the place to himself for a few days upon arrival. when we get to the front door we are surprised and a little confused to find one of our deck chairs wedged into the stairwell. we head upstairs really wondering how drunk friend must have been to do that... when we get upstairs and start unloading, through our balcony window peers a sweaty, dusty face with eyes longing at us like a starving puppy. i've never seen such relief.

needless to say we brought him in, fed him, and apologized a million times. i felt so horrible that i'd somehow only given him one of the two necessary keys to get into the house.
somehow he forgave me, we got drunk that night. i still can't live it down tho.

 


edit: so lots of ppl are asking the same questions over and over, so i'll try to answer them here. 

1 - why didn't he break down the door or wondows?  - well, i'm not really sure, but i imagine even if he tried it would have been a tall task. the door is a solid wooden door and he would have had to do it perched at the top of a winding staircase. without tools, it would have been a hell of an undertaking. also, with his lack of stable employment and limited savings, i imagine he didn't want to incur the cost of replacing it. also, the windows are protected by bars welded to a steel frame. he tried for hours to pull the bars apart because i think one of the windows was actually able to be opened. 

2 - why didn't he ask the neighbors for help? - he didn't know any of my neighbors, and in that neighborhood it's unlikely that he would have had much positive response. knowing that neighborhood, i probably would have assumed scam of some sort if someone came knocking with a similar request. we are talking poor downtown residential/commercial area. 

3 - call a locksmith? - again, for someone in his situation, and knowing mine, $100+ is a loooooot of money to spend. also, what locksmith is going to let someone in to a house who doesn't live there and can only provide out of town id and no info on the lease holder (only her boyfriend).

4 - why didn't he call you/look you up on social media? - his phone with my contact info was inside the house. he probably didn't know my gf's parents' last name or even the name of the tiny town near where they live. but i likely told him that where they are there is no high speed internet access, so we usually don't even bother using our devices while there and wouldn't be on social media anyways. thinking about it now, he probably could have used facebook to track down the one friend of mine in town that he knew, but it was 2010 and i'm not even sure that he was on facebook at the time, and there was no guarantee that someone would be very active on it at all. he would have spent his entire food budget on a 30 minute internet cafe access for a long shot...

5 - top and bottom door locks - no idea why it is that way, but that's the way i've always known it. both lock automatically when set to do so, and with both keys in hand it was never a problem... 

6 - could have stayed in a shelter - well, i suppose he could have... but would that have been much more comfortable than his own little private stairwell with a deck chair? 

bottom line is that i understand all of the choices he made because i know him and i know his situation. he's someone i've hitchhiked thousands of miles with, so can withstand monotony and difficult living conditions. he thrives on simplicity. as much as a pain in the ass as it was, all of these decisions were the  easiest and best for him at that time. incurring hundreds of dollars of repairs and tempting fate with the police, paying for a locksmith, or staying in a homeless shelter would have all been far more uncomfortable for him than his fate. i have mad respect for him and the way he dealt with this. others would have crumbled. he got through it like a pro, and really learned the ins and outs of the few blocks between my place and the bathroom.   also, i didn't mention it in the post, but stashed on the balcony was a small bag of pot that probably helped relieve some of the anxiety and boredom. :)

if you guys have more questions, maybe we should bring in /u/bigjoehurt and you can ask him yourself.
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locked friend out of house, away from his wallet, on his first weekend in new city while went away with gf. he survived by sleeping in stairwell and stealing veggies from balcony and rooftop gardens in the area. made him a hobo for 3 days.


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Text: so this happened about 3 1/2 years ago with my ex-girlfriend (here's more reading if you're into that   https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/30aqtx/tifu_by_not_thinking_before_i_spoke/).

so anyway, new years eve 2012, we're 16 and both at her house because she wanted to stay up all night and cook a bunch of stuff she found on pinterest. me, being young, dumb, and in love went along with it. so for a few hours we just cook stuff including bbq cocktail weenies, a few other things i've forgotten, and this batch of salsa, of which i was in charge of chopping the jalepenos. so the night goes on, we finish cooking and clean everything up before heading down to her basement to enjoy the fruits of our labor. we pop in a season 2 dvd of the fresh prince and everything is just going great. eventually one thing leads to another and i'm on top of her and we're making out, which to this point after 6 months of dating is all we'd done. i figured why not make my move now and do the classic under the shirt move, she doesn't say no so i work my hand down to her...you get it. everything is great for about a minute until she pushes me off of her and runs into the bathroom and starts crying. after a few minutes i ask what's wrong and she came out and simply said, "you didn't wash your hands did you?".
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didn't wash my hands after cooking with jalepenos and minorly burned my ex-gf's vagina the first time i fingered her


