what?? what did i do now??
Was working as a groundsman at University over the summer holidays and was paired up with this munter who always had to use all the tools and be the one in charge, even though we were just picking up the leaves and the rubbish (shit job, but a guy's gotta eat).
One day after a gale the night before, we were sent out to clear up some broken branches etc.
Out munter boy comes with the chain saw and starts hacking away at everything in sight.
All of a sudden i hear this incredible revving sound of the engine and feel this breeze come right past my face.
The twunt, instead of tightening the bar, had loosened it (must have been because he was left handed or something).
It's not until i realise the side of my face is bleeding where the flying chain has skimmed past me do I twig to what has happened.
I remember our family priest chanting inexorably ever week, thou shalt not kill, but decided that God would forgive me. I ended up with a broken hand and him two almighty black eyes.
(fushundchups taste better with vinegar, Fri 26 Nov 2004, 11:47, Reply)