Originally Posted by
SquidPuppet
It gets funnier.
Squid. 14 years old. Drilling something on a saw horse right under the open garage door. Pushin' hard, squeezin' tight. Long extension cord in use. Dad's van parked in driveway. Short occurs. Squid experiences the solid lock down "Clamp Hand" on drill. After a few panic filled seconds of 110 volts flowing through his body he can't think calmly or clearly. Squid desperately wants the suffering to end. He begins violently flailing his arm in an effort to free the limb of this rabid pit bull. It works. The gun breaks free and sails across the driveway and shatters Dad's van windshield.
Dad enters the scene. Shakes his head in disbelief. Mutters, "Why didn't you just unplug it?"
Dad had a train set. For reasons of Okie engineering, he had two power packs wired together, which left him with a spare power cord - about four feet in length - that terminated in bare wires. One evening he was playing with the train and turned to see that his youngest son (about 5 y/o) plugged in the cord and was holding on to the bare wires, bouncing in the floor. "You didn't cry," he told me years later, "but it sure did make your eyes water."