When I was in high school I bought this old Mustang to "restore". This was way over my head and the "restoration" consisted of disassembly and rust treatment. Most of the floor had rotted out and I was methodically lifting out the rust scraps that would budge until I could afford tools to do the job properly. I went to remove the seat belt bolts in the back and was having a helluva a time because they were so rusted. It's a summer morning about 80 degrees and I'm in the back of the car sweating this job like made. Finally, I get out the cheater pipe and slip it over the end of my 3/8" ratchet (see I should have had a 1/2" a at least
). I get a good grip on and pull.....pipe slips off and bangs me right above the eye so hard I was stunned. Fortunately, I didn't pass out or anything, but that was it for that job.
I went to work that afternoon with a nice crescent shaped scar above my eyebrow. My job was delivering auto parts to actual mechanics and they knew me pretty well. I took a bunch o' sh!t over that one...