The following is from a Florida newspaper:

A man was working on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the house in the kitchen. The man was racing the engine on the motorcycle and somehow, the motorcycle slipped into gear. The man, still holding the handlebars, was dragged through a glass patio door along with the motorcycle and dumped onto the floor inside the house. The wife, hearing the crash, ran into the dining room, and found her husband laying on the floor, cut and bleeding, the motorcycle laying next to him and the patio door shattered.

The wife ran to the phone and summoned an ambulance. Because they lived on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several flights of long steps to the street to direct the paramedics to her husband. After the ambulance arrived and transported the husband to the hospital, the wife uprights the motorcycle and pushed it outside. Seeing that gas had spilled on the floor, the wife obtained some paper towels, blotted up the gasoline, and threw the towels in the toilet.

The husband was treated at the hospital and was released to come home. After arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio door and the damage done to his motorcycle. He became despondent, went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped it between his legs into the toilet bowl while still seated. The wife, who was in the kitchen, heard a loud explosion and her husband screaming. She ran into the bathroom and found her husband lying on the floor. His trousers had been blown away and he was suffering burns of the buttocks, the back of his legs and his groin.

The wife again ran to the phone and called for an ambulance. The same ambulance crew was dispatched and the wife met them at the street. The paramedics loaded the husband on the stretcher and began carrying him to the street. While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the wife, one of the paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned himself. She told them and the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of them tripped. The stretcher dumped the husband out. He fell down the remaining steps and broke his arm.

Now THAT is a bad day...

I always point motorcycle riders out to my wife. Hey Honey, look, anther potential organ donor.

Grizz

A young man here managed a burger joint his family owned & 1 night after closing brought his motorcycle in to work on it in the comfort of the air conditioning.
He wanted to drain the gas tank so put a pan under it then went to make a phone call. The pan overflowed & gas made it into the kitchen area where the fumes were ignited by the pilot light from the grill.
Burger joint burned to the ground!

quote:

Hey Honey, look, anther potential organ donor.

That's what Police and EMS call all MC riders with out helmets.

Ironic.

Years ago I worked on a project for H.B. Zachery where we all lived onsite in quonset huts.Families included. One of the plumbers after work was taking a shower when he heard his wife scream. He runs into the kitchen buck naked + dripping when he notices that the problem was the P trap under the sink had come loose + was leaking water.He gets down on his hands + knees to reattach the the trap when the cat walks by + sees his balls just hanging there;so he gives them a swat.The guys head jerks up + encounters the cast iron sink,thus knocking him cold as a wedge.Head wounds do bleed as well. The wife calls EMS,they arrive,load him on the stretcher (still out cold)+ ask her what happened. They got to laughing so hard that one guy dropped his end + the guy fell out + broke his arm. He awoke in the hospital with his last memory of working on a sink.