Up to THIS point in my life I had never seen a pressure washer let alone use one. While at our small college, part of receiving tuition assistance is that all the students would help to keep the campus clean to cut down on paid staffing. SO…I was assigned to detail a 300 ft section of side walk and curb along one of the main dorms. I was shown how to hook up the unit and turn it on (not as intuitive as one might think). I attached the water hose and the power cord, but when I pulled back on the handle a non thrilling stream of water shot out. I set out to work…I must have stayed on the same square foot of sidewalk for 30min until someone came up to me and said…“It works better if you turn it on”. They proceeded to step on the compressor peddle which immediately turned on and with a test of the trigger the pressure washer wand pushed back with just a slightly lesser kick than a 22 rifle in the hands of a ten year old. Dropping the wand, I got that “dumb azz” look and I set about to get to work as I had wasted almost a quarter of my time.
This IS NOT the dumbest thing about this story. It only compounds with what is about to happen next. Again, I ask for pity as this was about 20 years ago, with no real manual labor work experience to my name. So I get about task of cleaning dirt and baked on grime off the concrete. I quickly pick up some ‘best practices’ with the pressure washer and the different tips that were attached to the unit. …The TIPS…Oh YES…the tips. If you know anything about pressure washers you will know that some of these tips are known as Quick Release which essentially snap on with a press down to lock the tips into place while you press down again to eject the tip from the tip of the wand. My first attempt at changing out the tip to me was pretty epic. I pressed and released the one tip fine…no issue. I go to attach the other tip and everything snapped in ‘fine’ and when I went to test the new tip I pulled the wand up with one arm like I’m aiming a small rifle and I pull back on the trigger which sent a surge of highly pressurized water through the wand which immediately exploded at the end ever so briefly, then a chaotic spray hits the air. I stop the water and look at the nozzle and notice it is no there. Oh my gosh! I realize like you what just happened. I shot this tip down range who knows how far. I turn off my equipment and begin walking down the 500 ft drive way. I wish I could express how far this high pressure machine sent this plastic and metal tip down range, but all I’m going to say is that I found it about 400 feet down from where I was in a small parking lot. As far as I could tell, none of the cars were damaged, but it would have been a little more epic if the nozzle had embed itself in the windshield of one of these vehicles. But THIS IS NOT the dumbest thing that I did that day.
I get done with my task about 15min early and I decide to play around. After some high pressure watering and the destruction of a few expensive flowers that were just planted. I find that my hands had dirt on them and I thought…I should use this to wash my hands off. No worries, I’ve used hoses to wash my hands before…even on the ‘stream’ setting. It hurt, but it didn’t do any real damage to my hand as a kid.
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I turn on the compressor once again and begin to spray the water. I reach out my left hand to put it into the highly pressurized stream and the moment I touch the edge of the water I drop the wand in pain and immediately grab my hand. I see some red from where my skin was almost surgically cut off, and for the first few moments, I think…It’s okay. Then the blood starts to flow. I had lacerated about a two inch section of my hand and forefinger. Luckily it was just the top layer of skin that was cut with the water. I go to my first aid kit and doctor myself up. The only thing that hurt worse than the cut at that moment was the alcohol spray that I used to clean the cut before applying the gauze pad.
No one saw this moment in my history, but at that moment, I realized that I was the reason why some of those seemingly dumb warning labels are printed.
In the final words of Bill Engvall The Great: Here’s YOUR SIGN…