I had a Sega Space Fury video game fall off a trailer and pinned me to the ground. I made a snow angel in the frozen snow and ice in the parking lot. Had the weight of the game and a steel UHaul cart on top of me. There was a bread truck a few doors down, I was screaming for help. The driver looked at me and hopped in the truck and took off. That made me mad enough to get free. Not hurt bad.

I had a Judge Dredd pinball machine fall off of my truck and I caught it. That one got me pretty good. Felt like I tore my left arm off. I couldn't raise my left arm higher than my shoulder for about a year. My left shoulder is about an inch lower than my right shoulder.

I quite wearing rings. Got tired of arc welding my finger in games when it hit electricity.

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Put someone you don't care that much about on the heavy end.

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I hope you are better now.

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Anyone turned into a newt moving a pin ?

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Not me. But many years ago this happened.

There was a man in these parts that in addition to being a fighter pilot in WW2, made a fortune moving stuff. When I first met him he was mainly moving games for distributors. His name was Ray Benson. If there was an easy way to do something, or a hard way. He knew the hard way. Strong as an ox. Those double wide ball bowlers, he and his helper picked them up and carried them, Ray on the heavy end.

Anyway a lady wanted to surprise her husband with a pool table for Christmas. Ray delivered it Christmas morning. Husband was super excited. It was going down a flight of stairs. Good old Ray put the husband on the heavy end and down they went. Likety split, gaining speed. Hit the flat floor, ran across it, and Ray drove the pool table and man through a wall.

Merry Christmas !

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Not moving a game. But Pinball Expo related. Me and four others went to a fancy steak restaurant. You had to go down some stairs, a landing, then more stairs.

I don't know what happened. I had about a stair and a half to go and my right knee gave out and I leaped forward missing the last stair and landed on my knees. My friend tried to catch me while I yelled out his name. I stopped short of the wall. I bounced right up. Seemed okay.

My friend asked why I called his name. I said "you kicked me". Which I accuse him of to this day.

The next morning the restaurant called my friend. He paid for everything so they must have tracked down his credit card. They wanted to know if the person in his party that fell, if he was okay. He said no one fell. Which was probably a good thing. I didn't know it or feel it. But apparently my head dented their wall.

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Disclaimer. My friend won't let me pay when we go out. No matter how hard I try. So at this fancy steak restaurant I only had a glass of water, and a steak. Which he insisted. When they came to take the drink order I did ask if they had Louis the 13th. He said they did, under lock and key. I told him no. I thought I could blow my friend some crap. Didn't faze him. He said when we go out I should get what I want. He didn't mind. Darn. I missed an opportunity there.

That's better than :

911: "What's your emergency ?"
Wife : "My husband was moving a pinball machine down some stairs and fell and the game is on top of him. I think he's dead".
911: "Well first. Check and be sure if he's dead".
Wife : "BANG" "Yup, he's dead. Now what ?"

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The one year I worked. Summer of 1973. A man from Israel and I were delivering a jukebox to the YMCA in downtown Minneapolis. On the LaSalle street side.

Two glass doors, both of them opened from the middle and out. Big flight of stairs inside. So we have the jukebox on a big two wheeler. Heavy load. Going up one stair at a time. Him on top, me on the bottom.

3/4ths of the way up two cute females walk by and start talking to him. He stops, turns, starts talking to them. And lets go !

I was watching this unfold. So I quick stepped sideways out of the way and let it go. Bouncing down the stairs, crashed through the doors. Didn't break them. Across the sidewalk and across the street in traffic.

He yelled at me. "Why didn't I stop it?". I'm like F you. We went and retrieved the jukebox. None the worse for wear. Hauled it back inside and upstairs and left. The company sent a guy out to set it up and fill with records. We never heard anything about it. Apparently it still worked.
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Not that amazing.

I'm waiting for the dead guys to come back and post what happened to them.

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