Don Halter
05-17-2007, 09:59 PM
So I'm out in the metal shop in sandals making a giganto oak table for the home office we're setting up. I actually raked most of the shrapnel off the floor and put brand new tape over the chainsaw cuts in the power cords. One of those days where I was already pissed off at some other stuff and not having a good day. After a half hour of trying to brace and clamp one section together with some huge 48" wood calmps, and about the fifth time I had to pick them up off the floor and reglue them, I got pissed off. I shoved everything else off the table, threw the glue bottle then kicked one of the clamps out the front of the shop. After picking up the glue bottle and wood panel sections I noticed a pretty intense burning on my foot. I looked down and couldn't help but notice the blood overflowing out of the sandals. I took a few breaths then finished clamping and gluing another set before going inside and inspecting the damage.
My wife looks at me after I finally told her exactly what I did and says "Is there a moral to this story?" I of course reply "Well hell yeah...you should have got me the mid-sized clamps and work table I wanted for my birthday, but that's ok dear...I forgive you."
She didn't think it was anywhere near as funny as I did. :D :D Now the discussion is whether or not I need to go in for stitches. I figure if the band-aids still keep it together overnight, I'm good to go.
My wife looks at me after I finally told her exactly what I did and says "Is there a moral to this story?" I of course reply "Well hell yeah...you should have got me the mid-sized clamps and work table I wanted for my birthday, but that's ok dear...I forgive you."
She didn't think it was anywhere near as funny as I did. :D :D Now the discussion is whether or not I need to go in for stitches. I figure if the band-aids still keep it together overnight, I'm good to go.