Dogs
I was just a kid working down at the local service station cleaning up every day. I would go out and wipe down the pumps every morning. This big ole dog would stand across the street and watch me. Every day he would come over right after I cleaned the pumps and pee on them!
One day ole Bud (the guy who owned the station) say "We can cure that dog of that. " He gets out an old telephone mag with the crank and a steel grate. Puts one wire to the pump and sets the grate at the foot of the pumps with the other wire hooked to it. I went out and wiped the pumps down as the dog watched from across the street. I finnished and went into the shop and took my place at the crank, all of us looking through the little shop door windows. The dog walks over and lifts his leg, I am cranking like he!! and hear "YIPpppE

". Stop cranking and run over to the window just in time to see the dog with his tail in the air and a trail of poop heading down the road at a high rate of speed!
Everybody was laughing except me. I knew who had to go out and clean the poop up.

From that day on though, the dog would give the gas station a WIDE bearth and me a dirty look...
My worse experience with electricity was a ignitor plug wire on a L-13 turbine engine. I am holding the lead in one hand while the pilots and my gunner are shooting the breeze in the cockpit. The (wise a$$) doorgunner says " Now?". I say "NOT now!" . "WHAM" I am laying on my back and trying to catch my breath, must've flown off the engine deck. Wise a$$ is leaning over me saying "You going to die on me?" My only words were "No, but you are!!!!"

It burn't my fingers pretty good and made me VERY leary of doorgunners... ... .
