When I was around 8, a neighborhood kid was swinging around a light pole, just a plain metal pole but it had the wirenut box attached to the side about a foot from the ground, which he was standing on while spinning.
His foot slipped, the corner of this box ripped his ankle open, cut right up from the top of the shoe about 6 inches into his lower calf/ankle.
He screamed and ran home, blood pouring everywhere. Saw him a few days later with massive stitches and bruising all over his leg. Wasn’t as bad as it looked, but fuck me it still makes me wince thinking of my ankle being sliced by a dull metal corner by weight and gravity alone.
Was getting a lube oil filter on my car, shops waiting room has a big window that looked out on the service bay.
Something happened, one of the cars was somehow in gear, lurched forward and pinned a tech up against a cement wall, breaking both his legs.
It was a whole scene!
They tried to get me to drive up the lift once, I noped right off. I’m not liable for driving over a gaping hole in the ground and fucking it up.