Nope of the day

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I was getting heebie jeebies 2 minutes in.....damn
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Not for $1,000 an hour
The Mackinac Bridge Authority is hiring its next steeplejack. Want this to be your office? $20.40 - $31.08/hr.

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Not for $1,000 an hour
The Mackinac Bridge Authority is hiring its next steeplejack. Want this to be your office? $20.40 - $31.08/hr.

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We were returning from a summer in Manitoba long ago, early October I think it was. Parents decided to head east for the Great lakes rather than straight back to SoCal. '66 Ranchero with a 12 or 13' travel trailer in tow. We get to the Mackinac Bridge toll booth. "I'll send the bus for you. I want you to stay in the lane next to it on it's left side to keep the wind from blowing you off the bridge" says the toll booth operator :eek: :realcrazy::lol:
 
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Used to cross that bridge about once a week and walked across it twice. They say is sways 7 feet during some winds.
I was operating the temporary manlift on
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the big red tower there in the middle at SLC 6 at Vandenberg SFB while it was still under construction. One day a whole mess of USAF brass shows up "Take us to the top." Everybody gets in and off we go, no worries. At the top landing a lady Captain remains on the landing with a concerned look on her face :wtf: rest of the group was on their way down the stairwell to check things out. "Can I help you with something?" I asked. " I feel like this thing is moving. Is it just my imagination? Or is it really moving?" she replied. " Well if you fix your eyes on something stationary, you might see" I didn't get to finish. "Get me the hell out of here!" :rofl: She got back in the manlift and I hit the down button :rofl:
 
When I was a kid, maybe 10-11 years old, I was down at my best friend's house. His Dad was taking the battery out of their '69 Fury III. One terminal seemed pretty stuck, and he was prying upward on it hard with an 8" square-shank screwdriver. The terminal popped off unexpectedly and he forced the screwdriver through his right hand--like, most of the blade was showing out the back. He just made this pained grunting sound and looked at what he'd done. He said nothing. He then calmly walked up to the house, opened the door, and shouted to his wife, "I gotta run downtown for a bit, Shirl." He came back to the garage, looked at us (I'm sure we were completely agog--we said nothing), and got in their '73 LeSabre. He reached over and started it with his left hand, then pushed the shifter down into reverse and backed out, right hand on his lap the whole time, screwdriver still through it. He drove away, headed to the hospital.

I looked at my buddy (who still looked stunned) and said, "You can never cry again."

About an hour later, his Dad was back home, putting the new battery in the Plymouth. He didn't mention what happened to anyone until asked about his bandaged hand at suppertime.
 
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