Anybody had one yet? I did the other day & it scared the crap out of me. My son & I were working on Pinewood Derby cars & I saw the need to build a second paint stand instead of waiting for the first car to dry before painting another one.
I grabbed up a short length of 2x4 & a long piece of scrap (the edge shaved from another 2x4) and quickly marked off what needed to be cut. I thought about the table saw, miter saw, and my circular saw & figured it would be quicker to just grab my HF Multi-Tool & put the half moon blade on it. While cutting the shaved piece into several smaller pieces, somehow I got my index finger in the way & when the halfmoon blade cut through, it hit my finger pretty hard while still running. I dropped the multi-tool & immediately grabbed my finger in a death grip.
Luckily it just cuts by vibration (kinda) & after I decided to let go of my finger to check it out, it only had a scratch, not even breaking the skin. I think my heart took the most damage when it stopped beating for a few minutes (or a few seconds). My son asked me why I was so white.
It's times like these when you realize that if you actually do have a bad accident, the clean underwear your mom always reminded you to wear really won't matter. You might mess them anyway.
I grabbed up a short length of 2x4 & a long piece of scrap (the edge shaved from another 2x4) and quickly marked off what needed to be cut. I thought about the table saw, miter saw, and my circular saw & figured it would be quicker to just grab my HF Multi-Tool & put the half moon blade on it. While cutting the shaved piece into several smaller pieces, somehow I got my index finger in the way & when the halfmoon blade cut through, it hit my finger pretty hard while still running. I dropped the multi-tool & immediately grabbed my finger in a death grip.
Luckily it just cuts by vibration (kinda) & after I decided to let go of my finger to check it out, it only had a scratch, not even breaking the skin. I think my heart took the most damage when it stopped beating for a few minutes (or a few seconds). My son asked me why I was so white.
It's times like these when you realize that if you actually do have a bad accident, the clean underwear your mom always reminded you to wear really won't matter. You might mess them anyway.
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