[SEL] Humour
Dave Croft
dave.croft at ntlworld.com
Wed Sep 6 16:10:16 PDT 2006
A certain person known on these groups (called Kim Siddorn) posted the attached tale on the English engine group.
I think it is worth repetition. 8^)
Read the Instructions!
A friend of mine once built a canoe. He spent a long time on it and
it was a work of art. Almost the final phase was to fill both ends
with polyurethane expanding foam.
He duly ordered the bits from Mr Glasplies (an excellent purveyor of
all things fibreglass) and it arrived in two packs covered with appropriately
dire warnings about expansion ratios and some very good notes on how to use it.
Unfortunately he had a degree, worse still two of them. One
was in Chemistry, so the instructions got thrown away and the
other in something mathematical because in a few minutes he
was merrily calculating the volume of his craft to many
decimal places and the guidelines got binned as well.
He propped the canoe up on one end, got a huge tin, carefully
measured the calculated amounts of glop, mixed them and
quickly poured the mixture in the end of the canoe (The twin
pack expands very rapidly).
I arrived as he was completing this and I looked in to see
the end chamber over half full of something Cawdors Witches
would have been proud of. Two thing occurred to me, one was
the label which said in big letters:
"Caution - expansion ration 50:1" (or something similar) and
the other that the now empty tins said "approximately enough
for 20 small craft". Any comment was drowned out by a sea of
yellow brown foam suddenly pouring out of the middle of the
canoe and the end of the canoe bursting open. My friend
screamed and leapt at his pride and joy that was knocked to
the ground as he started trying to bale handfuls of this
stuff out with his hands. Knocking the craft over allowed the
end as well. A few seconds later and we had a canoe with two
exploded ends, a mountain of solid foam about 4ft high
growing out of the middle, and a chemist firmly embedded up
to his armpits in it.
Round about this time he discovered the reaction was
exothermic and his hands and arms were getting very hot
indeed. Running about in small circles in a confined space
while glued to the remains of a fairly large canoe proved
ineffective so he resorted to screaming a bit instead.
Fortunately a Kukri was to hand so I attacked the foam around
his hands with some enthusiasm. The process was hindered by
the noise he was making and the fact he was trying to escape
while still attached to the canoe.
Eventually I managed to hack out a lump of foam still
including most of his arms and hands. Unfortunately my tears
of laughter were not helping as they accelerated the foam
setting. Seeking medical help was obviously out of the
embarrassment of having to explain his occupation (Chief
Research Chemist at a major petrochemical organisation) would
simply never have been lived down.
Several hours and much acrimony later we had removed
sufficient foam (and much hair) to allow him to move again.
However he still looked something like a failed audition for
Quasimodo with red burns on his arms and expanded blobs of
foam sticking everywhere. My comment that the scalding simply
made the hairs the foam was sticking to come out easier was
not met with the enthusiasm I felt it deserved.
I forgot to add that in retrospect rather unwisely he had set
out to do this deed in the hallway of his house, it being the
only place with sufficient headroom for the canoe, achieved
by poking it up the stairwell.
Having extricated him we now were faced with the problem of a
canoe construction kit embedded in a still gurgling block of
foam which was now irrevocably bonded to the hall and stairs
carpet as well as several banister rails and quite a lot of
wallpaper. At this point his wife and her mother came back
from shopping......Oh yes - and he had been wearing the
pullover Mum in law had knitted him for his birthday the week before.
Dave Croft
Warrington
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