Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

Silly insurance claims

Collapse

X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • Silly insurance claims

    Saw this on the web. Its supposed to be true. If it is, this person surely holds the record for bad luck and idiocy. Anyone else heard of any others? Here goes;
    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 discovered that I had about 500 lbs. of bricks left over. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which fortunately was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.

    Securing the rope at ground level, I went up on the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the brick into it. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 500 lbs. of brick. You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh 135 lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked from 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 rather rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming down. This explains the fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.

    Fortunately, by that time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel now weighed approximately 50 lbs. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. 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 2 fractured ankles and the lacerations of my legs and lower body.

    The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the bricks, in some pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I LET GO OF THE ROPE!!

    Zebedee
    "Raised to a state of heavenly lunacy where I just can't be touched!"

  • #2
    This was one of the tracks on Gerard Hoffnung's record that I heard in the 1960s. It's being going on (and up - and down- ) for a long time!
    Whoever plants a garden believes in the future.

    www.vegheaven.blogspot.com Updated March 9th - Spring

    Comment


    • #3
      Originally posted by Flummery View Post
      This was one of the tracks on Gerard Hoffnung's record that I heard in the 1960s. It's being going on (and up - and down- ) for a long time!

      It's one of those things that you almost wish was true, isn't it? Like the (supposed) story of the artist and his girlfriend. Apparently he went out for a while, and while he was gone, the girlfriend decided to do a little painting. Afterward, she cleaned the brushes in White Spirit, which she threw down the toilet. The artist came home, had dinner, went to the toilet (as men do), lit a cigarette and threw the match down the pan. Because he was sitting on it at the time, this produced what is known as a chamfered explosion. The story goes that he received severe burns to his, aaah, lower regions and severe bruising to his head from being blasted against the ceiling. To make matters worse, they lived in an attic apartment. the ambulance men came, and while they were carrying him downstairs, strapped to the stretcher, asked what had happened. The girlfriend explained, whereupon one of the ambulance men laughed so much, he lost his grip, and deposited the artist down a flight of stairs which resulted in further extensive bruising and a broken leg!!!

      Zebedee
      "Raised to a state of heavenly lunacy where I just can't be touched!"

      Comment

      Latest Topics

      Collapse

      Recent Blog Posts

      Collapse
      Working...
      X