Tuesday, August 18, 2009
There is a town in South Dakota called Winner. We stopped there on a road trip a few years back and I appreciated the great name.
I'm thinking I should move to Winner because I am certain that I am deserving of some sort of medal or something in the "Stupidest Injury EVER" category of lifetime achievement awards.
We had a visitor coming to Andy's shop yesterday and I was helping him quickly tidy up. I noticed that all the table tops were coated in a thin layer of sawdust, so I offered to dust them off for him. Sounds reasonable so far, right?
But you know, even when it is turned off, you really shouldn't try to dust a table saw when the blade is up--especially when you are in a hurry and not really paying attention.
I ran my hand right over the blade, whose teeth were pointing toward me. It's not a serious cut, but it bled a bit. Stupid, stupid!
I cut my hand on a table saw when it wasn't even on.
I INJURED MYSELF DUSTING.
I'm moving to Winner.