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When I was a teen I was helping my Dad on a Saturday wire up a large animal vet hospital.

It was a large steel building. I was on a wooden ladder wiring a 220 outlet for an examination room when some joker carpenter removed the wirelock and sign my Dad put on the electrical box and turned the juice on so he could plug in his saw. I had both hands "in the box" stripping wire ends wiring up a receptacle...Heard a loud crack and it bit me hard on the hands and my arms felt like they were about 3 inches long. My head was close enough to a steel beam my hair arced and singed and I was knocked off the ladder.

After checking that I was okay my Dad walked slowly over to the carpenter and punched his lights out then we packed our stuff up and left. My Dad quit that job and refused to do any more work for that contractor.

It sucked having a burr hair cut in Junior High in the early 70's.