A couple years ago my wife and I ran a bar in a rural area near here. During the week I'd open in the early afternoon and often didn't have any customers 'til 4 or 5. I often wiled away the time by knocking balls around on one of the two pool tables. My cue is not really a custom. Its an early 90s Schon STL7, I believe, but I really value it.
One afternoon as I'm hitting 'em around, the jukebox guy shows up to service the jukebox. He's got the wrong set of keys and doesn't have one for this model. He looks at the back of the box and gets a "bright idea". Grabs the tins snips, cuts a hole in a vent grill were he can see the lock on the far side. Reaches for a bar cue, not one off the rack 10 feet away but one propped up on a nearby table - my Schon. I'm cleaning the tables and turn around to see the butt of my cue sticking out of the back of the jukebox, I freaked out. It was all I could do to keep from throttling the guy.
Luckily the butt was undamaged, there was however, an inch long gouge in the shaft below the collar. His boss made the guy pay for a new shaft, thankfully.
One afternoon as I'm hitting 'em around, the jukebox guy shows up to service the jukebox. He's got the wrong set of keys and doesn't have one for this model. He looks at the back of the box and gets a "bright idea". Grabs the tins snips, cuts a hole in a vent grill were he can see the lock on the far side. Reaches for a bar cue, not one off the rack 10 feet away but one propped up on a nearby table - my Schon. I'm cleaning the tables and turn around to see the butt of my cue sticking out of the back of the jukebox, I freaked out. It was all I could do to keep from throttling the guy.
Luckily the butt was undamaged, there was however, an inch long gouge in the shaft below the collar. His boss made the guy pay for a new shaft, thankfully.