I did an AT at Courthouse Bay. Their tiny MCX (shopette) had a rack of movies you could rent. It was a small and horrible selection. I was bored, so I picked up this piece of crap:
I quit about 30 minutes into it. Totally forgot about the damn thing, days go by. The MCX ended up getting ahold of my chain of command about it. They made it seem worse than those assholes that go delinquent on their DPP. I couldn't find the damn thing. Someone liberated it from the rec room. I go the the MCX and end up talking to this PX bitch Sergeant running the place. I apologized for losing the tape, and wanted to square it away. This crazy bastard starts talking about me getting NJP'd over this shit. I can't hold my composure. This is hilarious. I let him know I'd forego NJP just to see how wild this shit would get.
I ended up paying $60 and getting the hell on with my life. It would have been sweet to hear the charges against me being read. Hell, I should have been charged for renting the damn thing. It would have been a cool plot for JAG.