Eff me running.
I was cleaning some carboys on my back porch this afternoon. They were hand-me-downs from my grandfather (built a bomb shelter under his basement during the cold war and decided it would be a good place to make wine) and hadn't been used since at least 1987... One of them had an ancient dead mouse stuck on the bottom of the damn thing.
Anyway, one of them was about a third full of soapy water and and slipped out of my hand and smashed.
So first, let me thank God that I was okay. I had bare feet and there were shards everywhere, but I was able to walk away from the carnage. I had about a half dozen cuts on my right hand... none that needed stitches or anything. But I'm going to have to vacuum the damn patio and the grass if I'm ever going to allow the kids to run around the back again.
I've read some horrible Carboy Accident stories and mine is pale by comparison, but boy am I p.o-ed.
Michael
I was cleaning some carboys on my back porch this afternoon. They were hand-me-downs from my grandfather (built a bomb shelter under his basement during the cold war and decided it would be a good place to make wine) and hadn't been used since at least 1987... One of them had an ancient dead mouse stuck on the bottom of the damn thing.
Anyway, one of them was about a third full of soapy water and and slipped out of my hand and smashed.
So first, let me thank God that I was okay. I had bare feet and there were shards everywhere, but I was able to walk away from the carnage. I had about a half dozen cuts on my right hand... none that needed stitches or anything. But I'm going to have to vacuum the damn patio and the grass if I'm ever going to allow the kids to run around the back again.
I've read some horrible Carboy Accident stories and mine is pale by comparison, but boy am I p.o-ed.
Michael