Yesterday I was doing an estimate on an old lake house with heavy wooden windows. At one point I open one and just as I get the bottom sash up, the top one drops down like a guillotine, trapping my middle finger between the two. It hurt so bad! Plus, I was literally stuck! The sashes were not only heavy, but now with my finger stuck between them, they were jammed. And, mind you, my arms were basically above my head, so awkward position and I couldn’t even see what exactly was going on. I spent what felt like an eternity, trapped, and trying to figure out what the heck to do. Finally, I decided to bite down and just muscle the top sash back up, unsure if that would mangle my finger or not, and managed to break free. I spent at least another two minutes just deeply breathing trying to regain my composure.
I then proceeded to quote double the price I normally would…and got it.
Funny how J and I used such similar wording to describe the experience. Unfortunately, this happened just while opening the window. Wouldn’t have even had time to prop it up. Needless to say, I put a note to myself to be very careful with this job as the homeowner then informed me that none of the windows stay up.
I’ve had the collar on my 24’(?) pole with a soaked backflip take a nice bite out of the middle of my palm when I went to unextend it once. Only that once though.
Did that 26 years ago while daydreaming about a girl. Brand new wheel on the grinder so it was pretty deep before I realized it. Still got the scar. And the girl too…