Way back in about 86 or 87, i use to be a mechanic, who specialised in Rolls Royce, Jags, Fiats and Mercs. True thing huh.
Anyway, we had an apprentice there who would get honours in the tech side of things, but wasn't great with the hands on thing.
We also had a spotless workshop as well, with 20 litre oil drums converted to rubbish bins placed around, so everything went in the correct spot.
Well, good ol Graham the apprentice, is hammering away at something in the vice and in this workshop, that didn't happen very often, as we had all the correct pullers, presses etc for doing the artsie fartsie stuff.
So, i've stopped what i'm doing and said to Graham from across the worshop, "what are you bashing the crap out of?"
All i can hear, is whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, splat.....
The idiot has bashed his thumb a cracker, so he drops the hammer and holding his "bashed thumb hand" with his good one, he's running around like a chook minus its noggin.
He was making many references to God, about fornicating, his thumb, the fact it hurt and he wasn't happy.
Me being me, was pissing myself laughing, because it wasn't my thumb.
Now, running around like a f*ckwit looking at your thumb in a workshop, isn't good.
The idiot runs strainght into a front wheel of a car up on the lift/hoist and has bashed his nose and forehead.
He hit it hard too, as he stumbled back, he tripped backwards over a 20 litre rubbish bin falling arse over elbow onto the floor.
Geez, now i ran over to see if he was ok and he had tears in his eyes, as the start of a nosebleed was trickling down his face and he had a small gash on his forehead.
He got an early mark that day, as he was gunna be usless anyway.
His Mum rang up later that day to complain to the boss i was laughing at him.