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RE: To The Deck

in #life5 years ago

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This is my saw shelf (there are about 10 on there). I'm pleased to say ... to date, none of these have tasted flesh. Hopefully, they never will.

When I was in my teens, I worked in a butcher/deli and watched as the butcher removed his thumb (below the knuckle) while cutting steaks on the band saw. He calmly turned off the saw, placed his thumb in a bag of ice and wrapped his hand ... then told the boss he needed to go to the hospital. It was about this time, that his shock wore off and the pain hit him.

I was the lucky one who was tasked with disposing of the steaks and cleaning the saw.

This was in the 1980's - so ... it's quite possible that the steaks were rinsed and frozen, then went home with me and were delicious.

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This is my saw shelf (there are about 10 on there). I'm pleased to say... to date, none of these have tasted flesh. Hopefully, they never will.

Legit shelf tools here. Although, one cannot be called a back-yard-expert unless one has sawn off at least an arm. If not an arm then both hands at the bare minimum. To be classed as a master-back-yard-expert one must saw oneself in half. It is known. 😁 [I may be joking here.]

watched as the butcher removed his thumb

Stuff like this only happens once...Unless one is an idiot and then it happens twice. Who needs thumbs? Seriously though, not so good I'd imagine.

it's quite possible that the steaks were rinsed and frozen, then went home with me and were delicious

Legit. 😂

one cannot be called a back-yard-expert unless one has sawn off at least an arm

Perhaps this is why I'm so willing to lend my neighbours these tools. The more time someone else spends with my tools, the better chance that they become the back-yard experts. 😂

The butcher had his thumb sewn back on. There was obviously lots of nerve damage, but he had some level of mobility within 6 months or so. But, he was also in his mid 60's, so he took it as a sign and focussed on training his successor.

She was the butcher for another 20 years or so and as far as I know, she never lost a digit. (She also witnessed the accident which likely instilled the respect for the blade/saw for life)

A wise man once said, let thy neighbour become the backyard expert, not oneself. Sage advice I'd say.

Lucky for the butcher they sewed his thumb back and a good lesson for the lass that took over for certain.

Note to self: Don't saw thumb off.

Self: Check.

That looks like a shlef of horror. The one the neighbour uses is like that yellow one on the left. I am hoping it was only the tip of his thumb. The idea of a full fledged under joint thumb lopping is freaky bad!

That sounds like an ample reward for cleaning the blood thirsty saw!