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. Had this guy died, he'd have received a Darwin Award.
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 500 lbs.
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 135 lbs.
Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, 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, that 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 leg s 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.
Kevin _________
4 comments:
Sorry Beth, it might be funny, but it's not a true story.
Kevin is a well known businessman in Wagga Wagga (where I hail from) and this hoary old tale has been running around the 'Net for much of the last 10 years.
Needless to say, he's totally sick to death of it because every time someone posts it somewhere he receives calls asking about it.
Cheers,
Mike.
(mike at 2aaa dot net)
Still a funny story - even if it's false! Because of your comment I am removing the name/address etc. in case they were authentic.
Thanks Beth,
Yes he is a real person and I am a friend of his sister. He will appreciate your removing it. Cheers.
:)
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