very good indeed - the poor old dear.....
this was the funniest thing I have read so far on the net and it's suppose to be true extract of an accident report that happened on Australian building site:
This is a bricklayer's
accident report, which was printed in the newsletter of the Australian
equivalent of the Workers' Compensation board. This is a true story.
Dear Sir,
I am writing in response to your request for additional information in
Block 3 of the accident report form. I put "poor planning" as the cause
of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the
following details will be sufficient.
I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working
alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed
my work, I found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed
later were found to be slightly in excess of 500lbs. Rather than carry
the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a
pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth
floor.
Securing the rope at ground I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out
and loaded the bricks into it.
Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a
slow
descent of the bricks.
You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh
135lbs.
Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my
presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I
proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.
In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel, which was now
proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explained the
fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed
in section 3 of the accident report form.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until
the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.
Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was
able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience
pain.
At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the
ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel.
Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel weighed approximately
50 lbs. I refer you again to my weight. As you can imagine, I began a
rapid
descent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third
floor, I met the barrel coming up.
This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several
lacerations of my legs and lower body. Here my luck began to change
slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to
lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately
only three vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in
pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and
let go
of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey
back
down onto me. This explains the two broken legs.
I hope this answers your inquiry.
PS - soz for jumping on ya post - just sharing something that made me almost piss meself when I read it
