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I hate to admit this.. but a couple of decades ago I was at the local building supply place, selecting some pine boards for a project. Because I was looking for particular pieces, my friend the manager said to just help myself.
I'm 6'3", so it was no problem even without the ladder to reach the ends of the ones on the 8 foot rack. Returning the rejects was more difficult, as they would bump into a cross-piece a few feet back. It was time to get the ladder so I could replace those pieces...or was it? The only reason they weren't going in was that interfering cross-piece, so if I could raise the outer end and get enough force on it, it would slide right back into place.
Still too stupid to get the ladder, I took a firm hold on the end of the pine board, jumped up and, with a motion not unlike a volleyball spike, drove the board into the rack.
It took a second or two to realize what had hit me.
The board, driven with considerable force, hit the next cross-brace and rebounded, hitting me square on the cushioned nose piece of my (shatterproof) glasses. That distributed the blow so my nose wasn't broken (and I didn't lose an eye).
So then I got the ladder.
Les
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Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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