As long as everyone's letting their hair down, so to speak..... I have wanted to tell someone about this for so long, and now seems like as good a time as any.
Years ago, I worked for a construction company that usually had a few jobs going at a time and the carpenters would rotate between jobs sometimes. Occasionally, I had to work with this giant assbag. He was one of the leads and thought his shit didn't stink. He was the kind of guy that would be working outside on something and you would go out and ask to use the air fro some nailing or something and he would say "No", just to be a dick. He hadn't used it for almost 15 minutes and wasn;t going to for another 15 or 20, but he wanted you to know it was his site. At least he had the decency to openly admit he was an asshole. You know the type. I mean, what kind of person is an asshole on purpose, then admits it? I always told my boss I was going to choke that fat asshole's throat one day, so he tried to keep us on seperate jobs.
I had a big project going on a 4 story house (including basement). A complete gut and remodel, from res to comm. Several of the guys rotated in and out while waiting for their next assignment. A few of them were pretty cool and we would screw around a bit. One day this guy accidentally breaks a window on the 3rd floor. This is an old home, before tempered glass. A small piece falls out, but leaves the rest sitting in the frame. The window would eventually be replaced, but I didn;t want to knock it all out and cover it, so I told him to put some tape on the cracks. He never did. So one day, a few weesk later, the asshole is on MY site. It's just the two of us. He's working outside, I'm inside. At one point I look out that window to see where he is and he's right below it. He's on his hands and knees running some cable. It's kind of a warm day, so I tried to open the window and this piece falls out towards the ground. This piece was shaped like a dagger, sharp point, going up about 14", about 5" across at the top. It's heading straight for him. I had time to scream, but I also knew it was a clearly a construction accident. The fucking thing went into his neck and shoulder.
He's screaming. I leaned back into the window and made sure nobody else could see me. I waited for a few seconds to distance myself from the window time wise. I look out and he's laying on his back, blood everywhere. I ran down the stairs and to him. He's screaming at me, like I dropped it on him or something. I told him I didn;t know what happened, I just heard him screaming. Once he realized I didn;t give a damn, and he was in serious trouble, he's screaming at me to get an ambulance. I told him I was on break, but I'd do it in another 8 minutes. The look on his face was priceless. Now, I'm a pretty nice guy, so I told him we didn;t have time for that, some blood would preiodically spurt. I told him I had to drive him, and helped him up. He was mad as a hornet, but I don;t think he knew how bad it was. That asshole walked toward my truck. I told him he wasn't getting in my truck like that. He gave me his keys and got in on the passenger side. I started heading out to the hospital, but he kept yelling at me, like I was his bitch. He was really starting to get beligerent, so I started driving kind of in all directions. After about 20 minutes, he's screaming about the h
where's the hospital?!?!?!?". I told him I was panicked and needed food to think clearly, so I dashed into a Wendy's drive thru. He's REALLY losing it now, but I was not deterred. He had a lowered Nissan Hardbody, so the girl in the window couldn;t really see him sitting sideways with glass in his neck/back, and blood everywhere. I did, at least, ask him if he wanted anything.
Long story short, he started getting kind of faint, so I would occasionally tap the breaks to shoot him into the windshield to keep him alert. About four blocks from the ER, he started saying he was going to have me arrested for murder, and some other crazy babble, so I jumped on the freeway to buy some time to think. It took about ten more minutes for him to pass out completely. Once he was out, it was like some wierd movie. I drove around for about another half hour thinking about what to say. I checked him for a pulse and there was none, so it got kind of creepy for a few seconds. I did feel much better knowing there would only be one side of the story, and drove straight to the nearest hospital. I ran in and told them I needed help. They came out and put him on a rolling bed. It didn;t take them long to know he was gone. I kind of started laughing, but I made it like I was trying to hold back tears. I think they were pretty touched. They thought I was in shock, and tried to keep me there, but I was like, no, I have to get back to work, and bulldogged my way through them to the door. As sson as I was out of sight I called a cab and went back to the job site. Shit was kind of wierd at the office for a few weeks. Everyone was being really nice to me, like I had been traumatized by the event. I even got three days off paid.
But that was nothing ccompared to the time I.....