Used to work in a bagel shop. We have a big ass slicer, spinning blade you drop bagels into down a chute.
Every day we turn it off and wipe the chute. I wasn’t thinking. Unplugged the machine, scooted it out, and began wiping down the chute inside, brushing down crumbs.
It’s a fucking miracle my finger barely grazed the still spinning blade that hadn’t come to a stop yet. Immediately recoiled my hand and just got a scratch from it, not that deep.
I was pissed at myself for not realizing the blade was still spinning. That shit could’ve been so much worse.
That reminds me of my accident with my dad’s circular saw. It was one of the ones embedded in a table. Tried to do everything the right way with it because I knew they were dangerous but I wasn’t familiar enough to realize I needed to raise the saw so it would cut entirely through the 2x4 I was cutting length-wise.
I make the cut and then it gets stopped by some part that expects the whole thing to be cut through. I knew I couldn’t just let go of the piece while the blade was still spinning, so I hit the stop. And then immediately let go of the wood. I’ve got a scar on the back of my index finger from where the wood launched by the still-spinning blade hit it.
All I could do was laugh at my stupidity, deal with my wound, then call my dad to ask how to raise the blade and finish that cut properly. He was a bit alarmed.
Though he still has me beat. One day he bought a nail gun. He was looking at it to see how the firing mechanism worked and assumed that they wouldn’t have loaded it up with nails. He kept a copy of the X-ray showing the nail embedded in his belly, luckily the fat stopped it before it hit any organs. Mom never did let him get a chainsaw, and in the end he must have agreed because he never got one after she passed.
Used to work in a bagel shop. We have a big ass slicer, spinning blade you drop bagels into down a chute.
Every day we turn it off and wipe the chute. I wasn’t thinking. Unplugged the machine, scooted it out, and began wiping down the chute inside, brushing down crumbs.
It’s a fucking miracle my finger barely grazed the still spinning blade that hadn’t come to a stop yet. Immediately recoiled my hand and just got a scratch from it, not that deep.
I was pissed at myself for not realizing the blade was still spinning. That shit could’ve been so much worse.
That reminds me of my accident with my dad’s circular saw. It was one of the ones embedded in a table. Tried to do everything the right way with it because I knew they were dangerous but I wasn’t familiar enough to realize I needed to raise the saw so it would cut entirely through the 2x4 I was cutting length-wise.
I make the cut and then it gets stopped by some part that expects the whole thing to be cut through. I knew I couldn’t just let go of the piece while the blade was still spinning, so I hit the stop. And then immediately let go of the wood. I’ve got a scar on the back of my index finger from where the wood launched by the still-spinning blade hit it.
All I could do was laugh at my stupidity, deal with my wound, then call my dad to ask how to raise the blade and finish that cut properly. He was a bit alarmed.
Though he still has me beat. One day he bought a nail gun. He was looking at it to see how the firing mechanism worked and assumed that they wouldn’t have loaded it up with nails. He kept a copy of the X-ray showing the nail embedded in his belly, luckily the fat stopped it before it hit any organs. Mom never did let him get a chainsaw, and in the end he must have agreed because he never got one after she passed.