Okay guys and gals, I thought this would be an amusing thread to start. We have all, at on time or another, hit our head on something on the job, gotten bruised, bled or cut. Usually these things happen in a manner that is amusing. So this is what I want to know, what is the funniest mild(no serious injuries) that have happened to you or your co-workers. I have quite a few but will let this get started good before I inject these. Bring 'em on. Let the laughter begin!

I was doing an install at a very well known customers house.

I was installing a distribution panel in the master bedroom closet when I had to move some clothes.

I then climbed off the ladder when a LARGE VIBRATOR tagged me square on the top of my head!!!

Upon hitting the floor it KICKED ON!!

The well known customer heard the crash and came upstairs to find out what was going on, he looked at the LARGE VIBRATING DEVICE and BEGAN TO BLAM THE WIFE AND SAID HE NEVER SAW IT BEFORE!!

He called her on her cell phone and began to question her about the device which she confessed to him was a NEW BEDROOM GIFT...THE THING HAD A BUNCH OF MILES ON IT ALREADY!!

THE ENTIRE TIME I AM TRYING TO HOLD MY HEAD AND NOT LAUGH IN THE GUYS FACE!!

NEEDLESS TO SAY HE DIDN'T QUESTION A THING ABOUT PRICE ON THE WHOLE JOB AS I COULD HAVE CHARGED HIM WHATEVER..

I ENDED UP WITH A HUGE KNOT ON MY HEAD AND HAD A MASSIVE HEADACHE FOR A WHILE, AT DEMO AND COMPLETION OF THE HOUSE I GOT A HUGE TIP FORM HIM!!

Nice CEDIAKING.LOL!
Never been hit in the head with a vibrator. Have found many "pink flashlights" in/under couches/beds.

Next.

avgenius1 must have been hiding from the husbands. Wonder why! Gives one stop shoping a new meaning! LOL!

Dave

Dave,

LOL! I guess I need to start a thread about how many times custom installers get hit on by lonely housewives. Nothing like a 70 year old woman opening the door half naked(he says while whimpering in the corner, make the images go away, make the images go away). Seriously dave, how many times have you beaned your head on cabinet doors. Just had a guy do that here, thought he broke the hinges on the door. I personally have knocked myself unconcious on more than one occasion. What a life. Funniest one that I can remember right now happened back a few years. This guy I was working with on a rough-in hammered himself, strong even. Before I go any further, I used to ride the hell out of my crews. Seemed right at the time and my productivity levels were high but I quit after this. Anywho, this guy and I were pulling a cebus through this PITA house and he was in charge of making sure that the wire pulled smoothly. Wire hangs up and I start screaming, he takes off running full tilt, bends over to duck into the dead space and doesnt quite bend far enough. He was about 4 inches to high when he head butted the header above the dead space entry. His feet came clear off the floor and BOOM flat of his back. I just about pissed myself laughing so hard. I realized he was out cold. Still laughing, I try and climb out of the attic. I fall, still laughing, to the floor and run over to him. A few sprinkles of water on his face later and his eyes open. "What happened?" he asks. I couldnt help myself,
(a line from FRIDAY) "You got knocked the f**k out!"
It sounds much worse than it is but I gotta say it was one of the funniest sites I have ever seen.

On a not so funny note, my worst beaning ever was several years back on a commercial site. Hard hat on(thank God), walking down the back of the building, a brick mason on the fourth floor got pissed and threw a half of a cinder block off the building. I was in the right place at the wrong time. I caught the block TDC of my hard hat. I think I lost about an inch in height that day. Needless to say, me and my friend(a 18" stick of rigid pipe) explained to him why this wasnt OSHA approved behavior. AHHH, good times.

I though this was going to be a thread about Omarosa!
Oh well. :)

I am a tinner and live in MN, last winter we were installing HVAC system in a house, i was working with my partner and he had warned me to be carefull because the sump basket did not have a cover, no more than 5 min. later he took a step off the last rung of the ladder and straight into the basket. Now off corse he went in with one foot and pretty much did the verticle splits, now at this point i know he is not hurt to bad and i cant control my laughter, added to his pain was 2 months of piss and stale water in the bottem of the basket. My story may not be as funny in print as it was first hand, i still chuckle to this day when i think of Ed.

I am currently wearing a 2" round "strawberry" on my right shoulder from standing up too quick coming out of an access door with a metal surround. FUN!

One of my most recent bests is the good ole' cordless drill (I know I'm not alone here!). I'm halfway inside a cabinet drilling ventilation holes with a 18V Dewalt with a 2.5 inch hole saw when the bit bites. The battery end slings around, slams me in the side of the head, and I fall out of the cabinet mostly knocked out. A minute or two later I regain my senses and swear Mike Tyson was hiding in that cabinet somewhere!

It seems like you never see the hardest hits coming.

Last year, I was carrying a small bundle of 3/4" PVC conduit in my car (the van was in the shop), with one end tucked into the front passenger-side dashboard area, against the windshield, and the other end sticking out the back of the almost-rolled-up rear driver-side window.

I was in the left lane (naturally; slower traffic keep right, right?), and out of nowhere appeared one of those diamond-shaped (square turned up onto a corner)traffic signs, with some obscure warning on it, standing on an easel a bit too close to the lanes. Just as it appeared...

BAM!

I got hit hard in the back of the head by the flexing PVC, and I mean HARD! Fortunately, my better third* was with me, and helped steer for a minute, while I tried to regain my focus, both mental and visual. Man, my head hurt for several hours, but no, the windshield didn't crack.

I wandered back and forth between dizzy and pissed for a couple of hours. I considered making a complaint about the sign being so close to the traffic lane, but decided that I could be blamed for contributing by improper load carrying, so I let it go, but now I'm a lot more consious of the loads I carry.

*Since I'm 6'3", 300+ lb, and she's 5'2" and about 150 lb, it fits!

Larry
www.fineelectricco.com

Being an insulator (temporary job), one of the things you need to use on a daily basis is stilts.

I don't know if any of you have used stilts or not, but the biggest thing you need to remember when getting used to them, is when you go through a doorway, you need to DUCK!

I've had my fair share of bumps, goozels, and flat out lumps on me noggin from using my head as a battering ram when going through doorways. Door headers just don't want to seem to move.

The guy I was working with a few weeks ago forgot to duck in a garage, and walked head-first into a rather large laminated beam. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. He was alright, but we made him sit the rest of the day out with a golf-ball sized growth from his forehead out at the truck.

At least they had each other for company.

how about kneeling down in an attic, your knee right into the sharp corner of those plates that join the roof supports together.

Or raising up in an attic only to catch a protruding roof nail on the top of the ole' bean!

I still don't use my left thumb much because I tuck and rolled over it after falling 10 feet out of an attic space where the cove ceiling framing was held on by the pointy end of 1 16D nail. I got this client (a mortician) from a B&M store salesman. He told me to watch my mouth because the guy was a deeply religious man (I always do watch my mouth but the salesman knew me over beers and probably had reason to worry). I showed the guy the framing and my iced up thumb when he came back and he stared at it dumbfounded and finally shouted... "those g-d d--n mother f----rs... I've had it up to my a--hole with this s----y f-----g framing... these c--ks----rs make me want to puke!... the last thing I need is for you to come visit me at my f-----g office". Guess the deep religion took a short break.

My best on the job injury came when I was driving a pea harvesting combine back in college. I worked the night shift and had had a full thermos of coffee. Since these motorhome sized combines being pulled by a John Deere tractor moved about a 1/2 a mile an hour it was easy to just stand up and piss off the edge (makes you want to get a can of peas off the shelf doesn't it?). I was at the very edge of the field and I felt like some pro boxer had just punched me right in the unit... thats right... don't piss on an electric fence! Just thought this story might have relevance as the damage was inflicted on the "other" head.

This was my worst on the job experience:
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I've also been raped twice by female customers but it's too painful to talk about because of the stigma surrounding female rape.