I have to wonder if the flask he is holding contains vodka.

Opus!

Story number 1 of 2:

Once, I managed to render a serious injury to my foot. I'll spare the most gruesome of details, but it involved running barefoot in the dark dodging a sprinkler and forgetting that there was an unfinished construction project in the backyard. Buried in the ground were concrete piers with the integral straps sticking up. Foot versus strap and the strap won (nearly relieving me of my wittle toe). Now, I'm laying on the ground in the dark, writhing in pain as the popup rainbird sprinkler [about two feet away] I was trying to dodge regularly smites me with blasts of water.

(chook, chook, chook, chook, chook, chooka-chooka-chooka-chooka-chooka-chook, chook, chook, chook...)

I eventually get up the hill to the house and call for assistance from the wife.

Did I mention that we had MOVED OUT of this house into another one, and were preparing it to rent? Well, that meant that there were very little supplies to be had. She patched me up with paper towels and masking tape, and wrapped me in an old sheet that we were using as a drop cloth.

There I sat, shivering in the E.R., dressed in sopping wet shorts and t-shirt, wrapped in a paint-stained sheet, with bare feet (one of which was a bloody wad of paper towel and masking tape). I guess I was entertaining and pale enough to jump to the head of the triage line ahead of the illegal aliens with runny noses.

The guy nurse that unwrapped the wad that was my foot takes one look at my dangling toe and calls "Bro'. HEY BRO! Come and check THIS out!!" to one of his co-workers. I was quite the entertainment for them that night.

Although they said it was iffy whether the toe would stay attached or just turn colors and fall off, the former turned out to be the case.

Not that is SMITING Steve!

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The guy nurse that unwrapped the wad that was my foot takes one look at my dangling toe and calls "Bro'. HEY BRO! Come and check THIS out!!" to one of his co-workers. I was quite the entertainment for them that night.

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Always good to see our healthcare industry can appreciate a good Smite.

BTW...reminds me a story Peter told me, when his daughter fell off a wall she was trying to run over the top of and landed on a piece of steel rebar sticking out of the ground (was a construction area)

Said rebar Smited her leg but she didn't seem to care much once the intial shock of it was over...she's a nut

Story 2 of 2:

I worked a brief summer job at a pallet manufacturing plant. All around, kids and young adults were sawing, and shooting together pallets, skids, shipping boxes by the HUNDREDS. The safety training when I started was about one minute long.

"Watch out you don't cut something off with the saws, or shoot yourself with a nail or staple. Get to work."

Not a week went by without some sort of minor to moderate injury among the crew. I trusted myself to be safe, but there were too many jobs that required assistance from and interaction with someone else.

I did not hang around long enough to see a major injury (and it was clear to me that it wouldn't be long).

Other than the machine shop job that I got RIF'ed on the night before I was to start, those two months at Long Beach Woodworks was my shortest tenure at any job.

And yet, work butchering hogs would temp the palette.

Suddenly, I feel the need for a sandwitch.