I know it seems like a weird tangent, but the same spidey tingles happen when I’m doing something dangerous as like when someone creeps me out. It feels like somebody’s watching me. It is always makes me stop and check myself. Many a time I caught myself or someone around me doing or about to do something stupid. And either brought it their attention or left until they were done. It’s bad enough using a grinder but having a whole crew around you doing fabrication can be intense.
My trusty grinder is my 4.5” Makita. I’ve never felt comfortable with a bigger grinder. Too much power and too heavy. Don’t really fit my hands. I hate the paddle switches and love the thumb switch on the Makita. I’ve done everything with my grinder and never thought I needed a bigger one and knock on wood not lost a blade yet.
My dog is a 3yrs old Portuguese Water dog and from what I can read of them the breed loves everybody. He’s my constant companion. But he’s very careful or polite and very observant. So once someone gets in range he sizes them up. If they don’t want to say hi he moves on, if it’s a dog he has always sat and waited for them to approach and I can’t get him to move until they either say hi or move away. I never taught him that he came wired like that as a puppy. But I never saw him afraid until the neighbors grandson. He has never warmed up to him even though the kid knows his name which usually he always goes to everyone who knows his name and does his squirmy dance for them. The kid he puts his head down and gets me between him and the kid. About a month ago we were on our walk down on the inlet following the inlet and there was this big stranger just slowly walking along and Gus was terrified of him. Would not go within 20’ of him. The guy was a stranger but Gus meets lots of strangers but didn’t even bark at him just cowered. Never seen Gus like that and never bumped into the guy again.
We had a guy at work that I’ll call Bobby, mostly because that was his name. He’s probably dead now from old age, but a shop accident killing him is not out of the question.
I saw Bobby high tailing it out of the plant one day and thought it was a little out of the ordinary, but not for Bobby as he was a strange guy.
5min later the fire alarm went off and the plant was evacuated.
Turned out Bobby was welding on a cart that was lined with cardboard and carpet soaked in process oil and it caught fire.
When he realized he set this cart on fire he just picked up his stuff and boogied and let **** burn.
He was a bit sketchy and shaky being old as the hills and only half as smart, so I was always careful around him. Don’t know how he didn’t get fired for that.
Now to the “Spidey sense” part.
The company sent us for welding classes years later, and everyone in the maintenance department was required to go.
I stayed clear of a couple guys in that class, both from our company and others for various reasons.
So I’m in a welding booth and I don’t know if it was blind luck or wether I subconsciously clocked Bobby that day, but I heard a cutting torch at full song and it peaqued my interest.
I’m talking this torch was making noise like I never heard, so I peaked out of the booth and was shocked by what I saw.
There’s Bobby with the biggest cutting torch I ever saw fighting with the knobs and the torch has a 3’ sooty flame coming off it pointing right at the gas regulators with “black snow” falling everywhere.
The lenses on the regulators were melting at this point so I took off out of the booth and out the back shop door.
Others had seen this going on and there were 4-5 guys out there and someone threw a good sized piece of plate into the shop to get the instructors attention as shouting was not working.
This tough old ex navy instructor walked over and took the torch off this idiot, shut it down and chewed him up one side and down the other while the gauges sat there smoking.
Bobby left and never came back to class.