Fuck man, shit brings back memories. I used to be a bartender at a bar in a shitty part of Philly. We had about 30 cameras throughout the bar, but nobody ever monitored them. The only time we had to use them was if the police requested footage (because of a fight or whatever) or if the place was vandalized. Since I knew how to work the system, I was the guy who had to go through the footage.

So one day we come in to open up the bar, and there is just a ton of blood. Fucking everywhere. On the doors, the walls, the bar top, all over the place. We found a few bullet casings on the floor as well. Searched the whole bar and didn't find anyone there. So I go to pull up the security footage to see what the fuck happened that night while the bar was closed. I went into our computer closet area (where the security DVR as well as all the cable boxes for the TVs are) and had to move a few cable boxes aside to get to the DVR. I didn't realize at the time, but I had disconnected the cable box for one of the main TVs downstairs. One of the other bartenders, who was kind of an idiot, spent twenty minutes trying to get the TV to work before I realized what I did. I told her a common trick to fix this was to take the batteries out of the remote and pour salt on them. As she was doing this, I went and reconnected the cable box. When she put the salted batteries back in the remote, the cable magically turned back on. I've caught her pouring salt on remote batteries three separate times since then whenever a TV isn't working. What a moron.