1990 I bought a collection and done a lot of sell/trade/buying with it.
Done a deal with Pat Brady and got Delites "Lover" for cash and trades valuing at £500.
I still lived with my folks at the time, my old man worked shifts and always signed for any post when the rest of us were at work. So I told him I had a big record coming and to be sure to be careful, keep the package away from radiators and the dog, etc.
That arrived, no problems and into my "good" box it went.
Now this "good" box was a new one my brother, a joiner, had made for me. It was a single row for 7" with a bit of space under the lid which can have a few laid horizontally. The new "good" box was complete but had not had the handle screwed onto the lid.
As mentioned earlier my old man worked shifts which meant he was often pottering about the house for things to do during the day.
A couple of days after my Delites had arrived I was working near home and popped back for my dinner.
The old man was sitting in the house looking fucking grey! "Whats up with you, look like you've seen a ghost?" I ask him.
"Err, I've made a massive balls up, I'm so sorry I don't know what to say,your gonna go bloody mental about this. I thought I'd put the handle on that box your brother made but a screw went right through the wood and cracked the record that was lying flat on the top of the pile."
I just started pissing myself laughing as I realised what he was thinking.
Turns out my old man had done his "little job on the record box" and assumed that the one lying on top of the pile was my newest arrival! This was first thing in the morning and he'd been sweating for hours about it . It was actually the Four Exceptions "You got the power" which was a shame to lose, but not a problem in the scale of things