This Is Exactly What She Was Talking About, Love
CONTENT WARNING: Serious Injury
This story reminded me of a very vivid memory from when I was sixteen years of age.
Opposite my house back in the day was a day contractor who specialised in DIY works. At 8:00 am sharp on a beautiful Sunday morning, I heard…
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The dingus had gotten his toolbox out, including his very powerful nail gun, and was going to town on a piece of joinery. My mum, who was aware that I was trying to sleep, marched out to the front lawn. I heard the following exchange from my bed.
Mother: “It is eight o’clock in the morning!”
Contractor: “Well observed, love!”
Mother: “Shouldn’t you be wearing safety goggles and a hard hat?”
Contractor: “Shouldn’t you mind your own f****** business, love?”
As soon as he finished his last remark, I heard another, louder thud followed shortly after by planks falling, a yelp, and what I can only assume was [Contractor] falling to the floor. I then heard my mum rush in, and from what she was saying, it sounded like she was on the phone to 999 (emergency services). I peeked out my window for the rest of the morning watching what happened.
The nail that [Contractor] had tried to lodge in the wood had actually ricocheted off of it and landed point blank in his right eye.
Related:
Nailed It, Part 4
