It was 1994.
We're a 2-man crew, about to start one of America's biggest ISP's.
We'd just gotten the closet cleared, the racks assembled, the modems installed, the terminal server wired up, the USENET machine booted, and we're waiting for the T1 to go live. The modems are answering calls, but there's nowhere for our new subscribers to go .. yet.
The tech line rings, its the T1 guy on the other end "Ready to configure your router with you if you're ready .. "
Sure, I say .. whats our IP address ..
"198.162 .. "
"WAIT!", I say. "Are you SURE about that?"
He sure was.
The line comes up, the routes flow, customers get online for their first time.
But for months afterwards I was constantly in fear of our IP address.
Junior network guys would call me up in the middle of the night, adding some NOC somewhere or other "it doesn't work!" - "did you mix a 2 and an 8?", I'd say .. and much swearing would be heard until things started working again.
Man, that was fun. Getting that IP address assigned to us definitely was an act of mischief on the part of some devil somewhere, I'm quite sure ..