This is a bricklayer's accident report. which was printed in the
Newsletter
of the New Zealand equivalent of the Worker's compensation Board.
This is a
TRUE story.

The letter begins:

Dear Sir,
I am writing in response to your request for additional information
in Block
3 of the accident report form. I put "Poor Planning" as the cause of
my
accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the
following
details will be sufficient.

I am a bricklayer by trade.  On the day of the accident, I was
working alone
on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I
found I
had some
bricks left over, which, when weighed later were found to be
slightly in
excess of 500lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I
decided to
lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the
side of
the building on the sixth floor. Securing the rope at ground
level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the
bricks
into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to
ensure
a slow descent of the bricks.

You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh
135 lbs.
Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I
lost my
presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say,
I
proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building. In the
vicinity of
the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward
at an
equally impressive speed.  This explains the fractured skull; minor
abrasions and the broken collarbone, as listed on Section 3 of the
accident
report form.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping
until the
fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep in the pulley.
Fortunately
by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold
tightly
to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain
I was now beginning to experience. At approximately the same time,
however,
the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the
barrel.
Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, that barrel weighed
approximately 50
lbs. I refer you again to my weight. As you might imagine, I began a
rapid
descent, down the side of the
building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel
coming up.
This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and severe
lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel
seemed
to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of
bricks
and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to
report,
however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to
move, I
again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope
and I
lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto
me.
This explains the two broken legs.

I hope this answers your inquiry.

LMAO!

ROTF-LMAO

thanks, i needed a good laugh.

Thank you!

ROTFLMAO!!! My wife thought that I had finally lost it.

Which one was it? Curly, Larry or Moe????[smoke]

[BD][BD]A couple of weeks ago I was hauling brick up through the scafolding with a pair of brick tongs(that hold 11 brick) and a rope and pully. The tongs gave out part way up(about 20 feet)and I had 11 brick coming down at me. needless to say I ran like hell...LOL
- bricklayer