the bricklayers story

[barraboy 28]

The Bricklayers Story

 

 

Possibly the funniest story in a while. This is a bricklayer's

accident

report, which was printed in the newsletter of the Australian

equivalent

of the Workers' Compensation board.

This is a true story, Had this guy died, he'd have received a Darwin

Award

for sure...

 

Dear Sir: I am writing in response to your request for additional

information in Block 3 of the accident report form. I put "poor

planning"

as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and

trust

the following details will be sufficient.

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

found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later were

found

to be slightly in excess of 500lbs. Rather than carry the bricks

down

by

hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was

attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor. Securing the

rope

at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded

the

bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it

tightly

to

ensure a slow descent of the bricks.

You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh 175

lbs.

Due to my surprise at being jerked off 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 rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity

of

the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at

an

equally, impressive speed.

This explained the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken

collar

bone, as listed in section 3 of the accident report form. 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 this time I had regained my presence of mind and was

able

to

hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience a great

deal

of pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks

hit

the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the

weight

of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs. I refer you

again

to my weight. As you can 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 two fractured ankles, broken tooth and

several

lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel

seemed

to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of

bricks

and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to

report,

however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move,

I

again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope and

I

lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto

me.

This explains the two broken legs.

 

I hope this answers your inquiry.

[jjbull 38]

classic

[lucky 578]

:11: :11: thats got to be one of the funniest posts i've read, it's just a shame someone did'nt film it :11: :11:

[swamper 11]

im sure iv had a pint with him

[borderboy 80]

[Guest baldie]

That story is actually a song, one of our local shepherds, sings it at hunt sing songs, its called the irish bricklayer.