Another boring old story from the old days

I got my drivers license in 1976. Bought my first car....in 1976. I knew I wanted a 1971 Challenger R/T 340 at age 13 and mowed lawns for three years to save up my money. So I buy my Challenger for $1600 from a guy my dad worked with. That guy had a son the same age. Greg was his name and he too bought his first car. 1969 Nova 396. We became friends and still are. I get a call from him one Saturday afternoon from Greg asking my help to replace the oil pan gasket because it was leaking. It really was the rear main seal. So I said "of course...I'll be right over". So I get to Greg's house and I notice he had the front of the car jacked up. But not by jacks stands on the frame. Or those ramps that you would drive up on(and would skid 5 five feet). He had the car jacked up with a floor jack....attached to the oil pan. It was obvious that the oil pan was trashed. So was the oil pickup. I was so stunned I was speechless. And he had no idea what he had done wrong. I stuck with the hobby. Greg got married and picked up a new hobby. Getting yelled at everyday.