Should Be Dead
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All but one of these have to do with cars. Makes me glad I don’t own one.
I actually think about this as I get older! They include the time as a kid I picked up an electrical coil in one hand while plugging it in with the other, the night on an Amtrak train I opened the Dutch door to look out the window of the moving train and instead the whole door opened as I stepped forward (I think they don’t have the Dutch doors anymore for just that reason!), and the time I thought I had blown off my thumb and forefinger while mixing homemade explosives in the basement. As it was, the fingers were just numb with shock at the same time my sight had been dazzled by the flash. It was some pretty good stuff!
I noticed the car thing right away, too.
I asked some folks in my cafe about their similar stories…With guys, it was a lot of stupid self-inflicted stuff. With women, it was horrible stuff mostly done to them by guys.
My dad’s mom did accounting for a cattle yard and sometimes brought my dad to work. The office was dull, but there was another little boy that belonged to the secretary, so they’d just play and wait for lunchtime. There were cattle prods all along one wall, and one day they got it in their heads to play knights. Each took down a prod and swung it like a sword. My dad got the other kid directly in the chest. The boy jumped about a foot in the air and made a quacking sound.
Dad took a spanking and wasn’t allowed to play at the office anymore.
I think maybe there were more ways to almost kill yourself back when parents didn’t think much of children playing near cattle prods.
Eeep…. Given that the universe occasionally reaches out and randomly kills people(*), there’s really no cause to go looking for trouble. Good point about the male vs. female distinctions, though….
* Google “commotio cardis” for one of the non-gory, but often tragic versions of this.
Ah yes, Storrow Drive. I’ve never been able to drive that damn road without that nagging feeling that something horrible is lurking around the corner or under one of those dipsy doos at Western Ave and Cambridge Street.
Come to think of it, most of my near-death events involve driving during the winter in New England (you know how it is), so maybe the car motif really isn’t that strange… ;-)
@ Tom
Right, they only have a little window well contained within an otherwise solid door. And big signs saying that you’re forbidden to even open the window. (Mostly it’s smokers, not sightseers, who do.)