Long, long ago, I worked at a Jiffy Lube. I was under the hood, some pothead noob was in the pit below. We’re supposed to call out what we’re doing, for a bunch of reasons, one of which was safety.
I called out “Checking battery, bay 3!” because I was going to pull the caps off of a non-sealed battery, when pothead noob comes right underneath to say “What?” – and then he starts screaming, because he got a drop of battery acid in his eye.
I raced down the stairs, grabbed him by his shirt, dragged him over to the eye wash station, turned the water on, and shoved his face in it. Fucking Mike.
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Long, long ago, I worked at a Jiffy Lube. I was under the hood, some pothead noob was in the pit below. We’re supposed to call out what we’re doing, for a bunch of reasons, one of which was safety.
I called out “Checking battery, bay 3!” because I was going to pull the caps off of a non-sealed battery, when pothead noob comes right underneath to say “What?” – and then he starts screaming, because he got a drop of battery acid in his eye.
I raced down the stairs, grabbed him by his shirt, dragged him over to the eye wash station, turned the water on, and shoved his face in it. Fucking Mike.