So I’m out walking my dog this morning, and the guy down the street is standing on the sidewalk, trimming his hedges with an electric hedge trimmer.
Just as I’m walking behind him, he takes a step back and swings the still-running* trimmer to the side, without looking.
Right at my stomach.
Fortunately, I happened to be holding the leash in front of me, so the blades caught that, the leash became stuck between the two rows of blades, and the thing stopped running.
It took a lot of tugging and a lot of “Don’t turn it on again!” and cursing to get the leash extricated and get me the hell away from him.
And now I have pancakes.
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* I should clarify: he’d released the trigger, so it was not going full-bore, but while it had slowed, it hadn’t stopped.
Holy shit. That’s scary. I assume your dog is OK too?
Yeah, she was well below what was going on.
AAAaaaaackk!! I live in fear of those things.
Wow, sounds like Mr. Neighbor Dude is…overcompensating….