don't remind me.... about dem Portagee's...
way back in the old days, this little short portegee
was upstairs in the mill getting his
favorite 
fricken
pallet that "he"....... Just Had to have...
and he throws it down off the stack onto the floor
upstairs which was a couple of feet over my head down stairs
...which shook all these loose paint chips off the ceiling
all at once right~
so
I heard this huge freakin {{{{BOOM }}}}}
along with a deluge of white ....that i lost my concentration for a second...
being so startled........ and it resulted with me getting
my arm caught in the die cutter machine
so bad
i thought it had nearly cut it off...
after yanking it out....
i went marching around in agony holding it .
afraid to even look at it....
i had measured the distance beforehand
and thought it
had to be mushed...
or crushed... felt bad enough or numb at the time.