At the magazine's tech shop, one of the other tech editors (known to be a moody SOB) was cleaning the shop one day and when I threw something in the trash can, there was a MAC long-shank gasket scraper in there with a busted blade.
I said "Hey, why's this in here?"
He yelled "Because so-and-so borrowed it before he moved back to California and broke it!"
"Well, get it warrantied. It's a MAC... and a MAC truck goes to the place down the road every Thursday."
"**** it! I'm shouldn't have to bother with it! He should have gotten it taken care of before he left! I'm throwing it away!"
I looked at him, and said "Hell, I'm not proud..." and reached into the garbage can and took it out.
On Thursday, I went to to the MAC dealer, and he said he couldn't replace it because he didn't have one on the truck (he never came by our shop). He gave me a number to call at corporate to get it replaced.
I called, sent in the broken one, and two weeks later got a brand new one in the mail.
The other guy's boss/editor happened to be in my office when it came, so I opened it up and told him the story. He looked at me and said "Now... if you wanted to be a good guy, you'd go give that to him."
I looked at him and said "WHY? He was being a baby about it and throwing a hissy fit. He could have done exactly what I did, but didn't because he was having another one of his tantrums. And you want me to reward him for having another tantrum? That's why he HAS tantrums! Everyone keeps coddling him.
No, I'm going to keep it.
And I'm going to make sure he sees me using it every chance I get.
Maybe then he'll realize being a baby didn't help. THAT is the only way he's going to learn... not by letting everyone cater to his tantrums."
I had a snap-on scraper already, so I took the MAC and rounded the corners off on it and beveled the edge around the corners--with him in the shop watching!--so I had one scraper to go after hard stuff, another to use on sheetmetal when I wanted to be sure I wasn't going to dig the blade's corner in and make a crease in the metal.
That's my best "Shop Baby" story.
A dozen years later, I think about it every time I grab the tool and use it.
-Brad