I remember going to work with my father. he was in construction and I was the bitch. “go get this” “go do that” kind of stuff.
one day one if the guys hands me a black cord and says to plug it in. so I do.
black cord was connected to a circular saw which had the guard and trigger ziptied open/on. it was laying on the floor and took off like a bat out of hell.
before I knew what the fuck was happening it was clear across the other side of the house and just zipped off the edge and unplugged itself.
the guys all stood around laughing, bent over even.
you plug it in.
I remember going to work with my father. he was in construction and I was the bitch. “go get this” “go do that” kind of stuff.
one day one if the guys hands me a black cord and says to plug it in. so I do.
black cord was connected to a circular saw which had the guard and trigger ziptied open/on. it was laying on the floor and took off like a bat out of hell.
before I knew what the fuck was happening it was clear across the other side of the house and just zipped off the edge and unplugged itself.
the guys all stood around laughing, bent over even.
good times.