Today, I remembered why I’m an idiot. I should be more safe, and I probably shouldn’t tell this story, but it’s kind of funny, so I’m going to do it anyway.
While in the shop, I needed to use a tool that I don’t actually know the name of because we’ve always referred to it as the death wheel. Pneumatic powered, kind of like a large dremel? Yeah, that thing.
I was hooking it up to the air supply, and not paying attention to where my left hand was. It was pushing down on the trigger.
My hand was out of the danger zone, but that was still a stupid thing to do. My mentor stared at me with the most judgmental look on his face…
If you fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like lovers, and protect each other like siblings, then you were meant to be.