rmorgan
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An excuse to pass along what is, IMHO, one of the funniest stories ever, which I have heard in various guises since growing up with a show called Saturday Night on the radio in Cleveland:
The workman's compensation board asked a mason who got hurt at work for details of his injury. This was his response:
"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient. I am a bricklayer, asked to repair storm damage at the top of a local church steeple. I used a block and rope to hoist several barrel loads of bricks, of which I needed fewer than I had thought. When I was done, I had a good many bricks left over. Securing the rope at ground level, I went back to the top of the steeple and filled the barrel with bricks. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. The bricks, apparently, weighed rather more, and I was suddenly jerked off the ground. Due to my surprise, I held tight to the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the steeple, receiving scrapes to my face and arms. Halfway up, I met the barrel coming down, receiving a fractured skull and broken collarbone. I maintained my grip and continued ascending. When I reached the top, the fingers of my right hand jammed in the pulley, not stopping until they were two knuckles deep. Surprisingly, I was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain."
"However, when the barrel hit the ground, its bottom came out, laving a pile of bricks on the ground. Quit of its load, the barrel now weighed considerably less than did I. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the steeple, receiving many scrapes and bruises to my side and back. Halfway down, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body."
"When I reached the bottom, I landed on the pile of bricks, receiving severe cuts and bruises to my person."
"At this time, I must have lost my presence of mind. For I let go the rope . . . ." /w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif/w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif/w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif
The workman's compensation board asked a mason who got hurt at work for details of his injury. This was his response:
"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient. I am a bricklayer, asked to repair storm damage at the top of a local church steeple. I used a block and rope to hoist several barrel loads of bricks, of which I needed fewer than I had thought. When I was done, I had a good many bricks left over. Securing the rope at ground level, I went back to the top of the steeple and filled the barrel with bricks. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. The bricks, apparently, weighed rather more, and I was suddenly jerked off the ground. Due to my surprise, I held tight to the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the steeple, receiving scrapes to my face and arms. Halfway up, I met the barrel coming down, receiving a fractured skull and broken collarbone. I maintained my grip and continued ascending. When I reached the top, the fingers of my right hand jammed in the pulley, not stopping until they were two knuckles deep. Surprisingly, I was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain."
"However, when the barrel hit the ground, its bottom came out, laving a pile of bricks on the ground. Quit of its load, the barrel now weighed considerably less than did I. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the steeple, receiving many scrapes and bruises to my side and back. Halfway down, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body."
"When I reached the bottom, I landed on the pile of bricks, receiving severe cuts and bruises to my person."
"At this time, I must have lost my presence of mind. For I let go the rope . . . ." /w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif/w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif/w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif