No sir, I am pretty certain you can’t sue the manufacturer for this injury.
Yes sir, I can see that you are in a precarious situation, what with that body part all stuck in that orbital sander.
I am really interested in hearing how in the name of all that is holy how you managed to do that, but really, you are going to have to stop screaming like a smitten schoolgirl first.
What was a guy living in a million-dollar home doing using an orbital sander, anyways. Sanding baseboard molding? Don’t you have money to pay someone to do that for you? You probably paid a handsome sum to have those ugly ass paintings over there done.
I hope your wife looks better than that painting, by the way.
Seriously, dude. Quit screaming. No, I don’t have Propfol, nor do I have Novacaine. Plus, neither one of those would help anyways. Well, one of those certainly would help.
Help me at least.
Please shut up. This is awkward enough as it is. What exactly are you going to tell your wife, anyways?
Okay, I’m really tired of hearing your screams echo off these cavernous walls. This is going to hurt really bad. You can cry now. Yes, yes, like a big boy. It’s over now.
Hospital time, sir. Here, have a seat. Yes, you have to go to the hospital. We need to get a specialist to take a look at that.
Really? You want to sue the manufacturer? You’re kidding, right? Dude, you just told me that you left this thing plugged in to the wall.
Pretty sure it says somewhere in the owner’s manual to unplug it before doing any type of work on it. And I’m pretty sure that isn’t normal.
Good luck with your case, dude.
You can’t be serious. Good story, though.
Once upon a time I was working on an ambulance, as in repairing it. I had to run a pretty large cable for an old school radio up through the floor and got the idea to use an industrial strength 1/2″ drill. I was using a 1 1/2″ hole saw to drill up from underneath. Since we didn’t have a working lift, I slid underneath on a mechanics creeper.
Once there, I carefully marked the hole and got ready to drill. Pilot hole? Nah. So, I picked up the drill and started drilling. I got about 1/2 through when the hole saw hung up on something. Since the hole saw could no longer spin, the drill started to spin with me attached to it. Remember I was on the creeper.
I tell you I spun around on that thing like I was doing the Curly Shuffle. The only thing that stopped me was the plug pulled out of the wall.
Yeah, I’m sure there was something in the owner’s manual about that. If only I’d read the owner’s manual.
That’s a funny image. If only that could have been captured on video!
“What was a guy living in a million-dollar home doing using an orbital sander, anyways. Sanding baseboard molding? Don’t you have money to pay someone to do that for you?”
Funny people say that. I know several wealthy people, and none of them achieved that status by wasting money paying people to do things for them that they could do themselves.
Not. One.