I started playing WoW in late Classic. My druid was somewhere around lvl 40, and I was standing around outside Scarlet Monastery looking for a group one night, when a lvl 60 warrior and a 30-something priest offered to run me through several times for xp. I was pretty much clueless about how to play a druid at the time, being feral spec with int gear on. A hunter near my level joined us, and we started clearing. At some point, the priest started pointing out all the things I was doing wrong, but was fairly nice about it.
The last boss of Armory dropped some Troll-Hide Leggings, a popular twink item, and a massive upgrade for me, now that I had been informed that I should be gearing agility as feral. The priest said to pass for the warrior so he could sell them, but as he rolled need I hit greed out of spite, even though I knew need rolls won over greed. They still got mad at me for even trying, probably thinking I didn't know the difference between need and greed. The priest stopped being nice about his critique, but we continued through Cathedral as planned. In the courtyard, the hunter accidentally pulled an extra pack, killing himself and the priest. I somehow managed to avoid combat with that group, but around the same time the warrior misjudged his tankiness and died to the 50 or so scarlet mobs following him. They turned towards me, so I quickly tossed out a brez before getting my face shredded.
There was silence in party chat for a few seconds as we watched the mobs reset from our view on the floor, and then...
Priest: "You battle rezzed the hunter??"
Me: "Heh, yeah pretty neat trick, huh? ....oh. Ohhhhhh. Oops."
Needless to say, that was it for SM for me that night. Looking back on that later, I realized the warrior was partly in tier 3 and other scattered Naxx 40 gear. How embarassing!