Well, there was that one time:
I spilled gas down my back when I didn't close and seat the fuel cap fully.
I didn't wear my shin guards, buried a piece of wood in my leg and
had to postpone a much needed knee surgery.
While traversing the property, I was sure that your trimmer was fully inside the cart or trailer!
The 110 decided to have a jousting match with my tractor's FEL as I drove by.
Note To Self: Trimmer drive shaft and tube housing is composed of aircraft grade
aluminum/graphite and, therefore, not suitable certain sport activities. (Bent shaft and tube to 75 degree)
I whipped a fire ant hill once (Wasn't paying attention).
For the Yankees, these critters bite and leave a formic acid burn on your skin. Which becomes
infected and forms a pustule. Let's keep in mind that
that I have now taught these creatures aerodynamics and they're not
happy about the frequent flier miles. They're ticked off and
have gotten into places on my person that the sun isn't meant to see when you attain my age.
There's a cultural dance that comes to mind of an African Tribal People that begins with
dancing on one leg or another. Then slapping repeatedly various parts of your anatomy.
With my stereo head set in place, I'm quite sure that my neighbors thought I was
performing that dance to music and percussion, at side the road.
I'm just glad they don't tell the wife all the things they see.