Ahhh, the olde man's memories. As a youth I worked in a cut and sew factory. There were few men among the 200+ women working there. Somehow, it became my job to drive injured women to the hospital. From time to time someone would sew their fingers together with an industrial power sewing machine. Not pretty. They'd have to cut the threads binding them to the machine to get loose. The bosses had asked them all not to scream or shreak if they injured themselves and to try not to bleed on the gaments - sweat shop - didn't want 200 women to stop working to see what was wrong. Some screamed in pain anyway...some would just walk up to me holding their bloody fingers.
Hospital would cut the threads apart, pull them out, and dress the multiple wounds.
Guess you can't work around a sewing machine without eventually having it bite you.
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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