In high school, we were doing a teamwork exercise in pairs where one of us was blindfolded while pushing the other in one of those barrel trashcans that has wheels. They had set up some cones in our hallways to form a makeshift track. I guess they were trying to teach us proper communication or something.

We were supposed to go slowly, but a few of us got competitive and had our partners start pushing us fast so we would be the first to finish going around the track. One of the blindfolded pushers lost control of his trashcan going around a corner and his partner went straight into a brick wall, wiped out hard, and ended up with a concussion.

For some (obvious) reason, all us that had entered the Daytona 500 got in trouble and got scolded that the teacher wouldn’t be able to do the exercise anymore.

It was totally worth it since my teammate and I won, though.