My father told me a story about a contractor he used to work for. He had a very old rickety unsafe ladder. My father complained to the contractor many times about this unsafe ladder. The contractor told him he was being a baby and to quit complaining about the ladder. One day my father was sick and was unable to finish a job he was using the ladder on. The next day when he came into work there was the contractor sitting in the office with his arm in a cast.
His arm was so badly broken that it was never 100% again.
[This message has been edited by A-Line (edited 12-14-2005).]
