charle10
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Vicious maybe you should quit your day job and start writing short stories.

Vicious maybe you should quit your day job and start writing short stories.

Any chance there might be some runner-up prizes (promo t-shirts, mugs, etc)? Just a thought...I'm digging these stories, I know I'd have a hard time deciding if it were me...
Written with a big nod to Carl Spackler…
So, I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a wrencher at a shop over in the Himalayas. A wrencher, you know, a mechanic, a grease monkey, a wrencher. So, I tell them I'm a pro wrencher, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. Very hands on, likes to assist. So, I'm on the oil drain plug with him. I give him the socket driver. He hauls off and spins it free -- big wrencher, the Lama – and sends it flying long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga...gunga -- gunga galunga. So we finish the oil change and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive a Ranger Super-Wide tool cabinet as the final step in your path to total mechanicness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

Just recently I returned to work after a few weeks in the hospital. Glad that chapter in my life is behind me.
Being in the electrical trade business, I find myself working at a variety of different job sites. Some underground, some above. Our company performs electrical contracting services for small businesses as well as large commercial and industrial facilities needing as much as 6,000 amps of continuous power or more via multiple breaker panel installations. Many times I find myself working on multi-story buildings.
In December of last year, I was working on a four-story office building installing a Lennox L-Series packaged rooftop AC unit. For most large jobs I transport my tools and KNAACK storage chests to the job site. The box set and tools are my own personal property.
After four days of rooftop work and blistering sun I completed the job. In typical fashion, I found myself the lone worker at the job site just as the sun settled. I packaged up my tools and locked the boxes and proceeded to haul them to the freight elevator for the lonely trip down. Of course the freight elevator was inoperable. Did I really expect anything less? It was a Friday night and I was stuck on a rooftop with an hour to get to my daughters dance recital. Nonetheless, I kept my composure and searched for an alternative means of rooftop extraction. I already knew of the maintenance ladder chute on the east corner but that was only good enough for me. There was no way in hell I was leaving my tools.
Lucky enough, I located a swiveling rooftop crane that I presumed was used for hauling light loads to the roof. It was a stationary unit with a 1500-pound capacity and single boom. It had a hydraulic piston in addition to a ratchet hoist but the gears were jammed and the handle was frozen solid. Next to the crane was a large nylon webbed tarp thing that I presume was used for lifting multiple packages of stuff. It was a little weathered but looked strong enough. I figured my tool box set weighed about 400-pounds total so the crane was more than capable of doing the job. There was a single nylon rope that looked plenty long enough to reach the ground and back.
Being the MacGyver type, I simply unwound the nylon rope from the winch spool and routed the rope over the pulley at the end of the boom. I threw the long end of the rope down the side of the building and it landed in a bunch on the ground next to my pickup truck. I hurried down the maintenance ladder and secured the end of the rope to my hitch ball using a truckers knot. Being a small frame person, just less than 150 pounds, I found the ladder trip more nerve-wracking than physically challenging.
I hustled back to the roof and proceeded to wrap the nylon sling around the box set as best I could. I could have wrapped the box set completely, but there would not have been enough left to reach over and attach to the nylon rope. I managed to loop the sling through the middle of the box set leaving enough to reach over and attach to the rope at the crane. It may not have been perfect, but I figured would be balanced adequately for the trip down. I used another truckers knot so that I could take all the slack out, then I jacked the crane high enough for me to swing the load out over the side of building. My KNAACK set swung out over the side and balanced perfectly. Pamela, Daddy’s on the way!
I took my last trip down the ladder and hurriedly went over to the truck and yanked the truckers knot so I could gently lower my prize package to the ground.
Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly I lost presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the second floor I met the box set coming down resulting in a collarbone fracture. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time I regained presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope in spite of the excruciating pain.
At about that same time, the box set hit the ground landing on the front hood of my pickup truck. The nylon web disrupted and tossed the heavy box over the left front fender of my truck but the smaller box remained bundled. Devoid of the weight of the heavy box I then began a rapid decent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the second floor, I met the box coming up resulting in a broken ankle, two broken ribs and lacerations to my face and torso.
The encounter with the ascending box slowed me enough to lessen my injuries as I landed on the large box resting near my truck. Fortunately, only my left knee was broken and spleen ruptured. However, as I landed there in a daze staring helplessly at my tools hovering four stories above me, I again lost my presence of mind and let go of the rope. The small box hurtled down the side of the building and landed on my right arm tearing flesh and breaking almost every bone.
Although still suffering from the trauma of the accident, I am able to return to work. Most of my tools weathered the storm but the KNAAK set was destroyed along with my pride.
Please, please consider me as a worthy candidate.
On their web site it says they have a 65,000 square foot "manufacturing facilities located in Santa Paula California," if that helps any.
Are the Ranger boxes made in the USA?
