I'll Never Learn.

Went out this morning to fix up a burn barrel by cutting the top off of 55 gallon barrel. I went to the feed store t see if they had any used barrels left, and they told me that whatever they got in the steel barrels now comes in plastic barrels. But they did have one old barrel sitting in a corner that I could have. On the way home I remembered that I had a barrel that was made into a waterer. It worked like the old chicken waterers did. Anyway, It had rusted a small hole in it and that's why I quit using it. I cut the top out of that barrel and took it down to where we burn our trash. Then I decided I had better weld the lip on my snow bucket on a little better. Now for the dumb part. When I went out this morning I slipped on a pair of tennis shoes. Well, a hot glob of weld ran off the edge of the bucket, burned through the top of the shoes, and made it's way between my big toe and the second one. You couldn't have done that if you were aiming for that spot. This isn't the first time I've done this, or the second either. I have good leather boot here for when I do any welding or cutting, but never think to put them on until I burn my toes.

yup.. weldng or cutting is always the gold standard to finding holes in shoes, shirts, sleeves or pants.

I stopped at my neighbor's for a social
call wearing tennies. When he saw me he
said, "while you are here grab the plas
cutter and cut out a few of these pieces
for me". I started cutting and it wasn't
long before i found out how easily the
sparks find the vent holes in tennies.

That's why I always wear my welding sandals!

I mostly wear black leather harness boots, year around, they got steel toes, but with my jeans over the boot tops to keep trash out, I feel protected. Not so when welding, or cutting. The boot can't come off fast enough, when a gob of red hot steel burns through the jeans, and ends up around your ankle bone!

I just never go out without my work boots on.

Your reinforcing my thoughts of any body wearing tennis shoes to work in...and worse yet "Sandals"...

when i leave the house the tennis shoes comes off simple as that.

"Jerusalem Cruisers"

Ross

I got some very good advice here about this last summer when I posted about getting slag in my boots while wearing shorts. I was advised to wear flip flops. They have no tops or sides so the slag makes just a slight burn as it bounces off your foot or toes and rolls away. Much Safer!!

Still remember a guy in ag class in high school, doing some oxy-acetylene cutting- got a piece of slag in his shirt pocket, it burned through, and he was doing the "fire dance" in the middle of the shop. These days, folks would have been having him drop and roll, calling 911, throwing water, etc. But in those days, we all (including the ag teacher) just stood there and laughed. And pretty soon, he was laughing, too. Sometimes wish we could go back to those simpler days.

We had a kid named Lon (nickname was "Forest Lawn", given to him by our 6th grade teacher, because you could never really tell whether he was alive or not when he was asked a question. Of course, teacher would be immediately fired for that today. And for bouncing Ray Atteberry off the radiator, even though EVERYONE wanted to bounce Ray off the radiator). Forest decided that for his welding project he was going to braze some steel horseshoes onto a fir 2 X 4, to make a coat rack. We tried to tell him that the wood would just catch on fire, but he was convinced the brass would "soak into" the grain of the wood, and hold the horseshoe on. Wise ol' ag teacher called us over, and after intimating that "the boy just ain't right", told us to just let him try, and stand by with some water to throw on if things got out of hand and the shop was in danger of burning down. Forest tried several times, and (surprise!) it didn't work. But fresh from our discussion with the teacher, we showed some maturity by not just ridiculing him, but instead, giving him some encouragement in his failure ("Well, good try Lon, sorry it didn't work out", etc.). I often wondered what ever happened to Lon. But not enough to actually try to find out.

Still remember a guy in ag class in high school, doing some oxy-acetylene cutting- got a piece of slag in his shirt pocket, it burned through, and he was doing the "fire dance" in the middle of the shop. These days, folks would have been having him drop and roll, calling 911, throwing water, etc. But in those days, we all (including the ag teacher) just stood there and laughed. Sometimes wish we could go back to those simpler days.

We had a kid named Lon (nickname was "Forest Lawn", given to him by our 6th grade teacher, because you could never really tell whether he was alive or not when he was asked a question. Of course, teacher would be immediately fired for that today. And for bouncing Ray Atteberry off the radiator, even though EVERYONE wanted to bounce Ray off the radiator). Forest decided that for his welding project he was going to braze some steel horseshoes onto a fir 2 X 4, to make a coat rack. We tried to tell him that the wood would just catch on fire, but he was convinced the brass would "soak into" the grain of the wood, and hold the horseshoe on. Wise ol' ag teacher called us over, and after intimating that "the boy just ain't right", told us to just let him try, and stand by with some water to throw on if things got out of hand and the shop was in danger of burning down. Forest tried several times, and (surprise!) it didn't work. But fresh from our discussion with the teacher, we showed some maturity by not just ridiculing him, but instead, giving him some encouragement in his failure ("Well, good try Lon, sorry it didn't work out", etc.). I often wondered what ever happened to Lon. But not enough to actually try to find out.

Ouch! Reminds of camping one summer sitting by the campfire. Had 6" hiking boots on but ofcourse no socks. Wouldn't you know a big spark popped out of that campfire and the red hot coal jumped right down inside of my boot. :shock:

(quoted from post at 00:10:09 12/08/15) when i leave the house the tennis shoes comes off simple as that.

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Being an amputee I like to wear the lightest shoes I can, that's why I wear tennis shoes. I don't need anymore weight added to my prosthetic. My work shoes are oxford style because they are lighter that the taller work boots.

I worked for a auto parts store for a few years in the late seventies, early eighties. We sold welding supplies and gases. We got a lot of safety information on handling and using oxygen and acetylene. One notice was to remind our customers not to carry butane cigarette lighters in their pockets while welding, or using a torch. There was a possibility of hot metal burning through the plastic causing the butane to leak out and catch fire from being so close to an open flame.

My neighbor, a right BK amputee had a big old molten glob go down inside his shoe and burn a hole in the top of his good foot. He couldn't wear a shoe for awhile but at least he could walk on it. It looked nasty. As for tennis goes, I wear light weight low top leather work sneakers now because my knee and hips don't like much weight hanging on my feet. I do make sure the jeans I wear are long enough to almost touch the ground.

Me neither. I have all the safety stuff a person should have, leather sleeves, apron, fire resistant green jacket, leather gaiters, gloves, but still manage to burn through something or sunburn the dickens out of the inside of my elbows welding wearing jeans and a "T" shirt with all my safety stuff safely stored in the welding Job Box.

(quoted from post at 08:18:12 12/08/15) Me neither. I have all the safety stuff a person should have, leather sleeves, apron, fire resistant green jacket, leather gaiters, gloves, but still manage to burn through something or sunburn the dickens out of the inside of my elbows welding wearing jeans and a "T" shirt with all my safety stuff safely stored in the welding Job Box.

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A lot of times I think, "This will only take a second", and don't figure it's worth the time to get covered up just for a few seconds of welding. After I've burned up the fourth welding rod I start thinking that I should have taken some time to cover myself up more. By then it's too late. I still have a nice welders tan on my arms from this spring.