Mine was working potato harvest in my early 20's. We started very early in the morning, not even really light out yet. It was very cold at that hour, so we always had layers of clothes on.
As the day wore on, it got hot, so we shed clothing. I took off my flannel shirt and tied it about my waist. I was working on the potato harvester.
At that time it was drug behind a tractor. The potatoes and clods of dirt came up the convayor belt. We would huck the rotten potatoes, and clods of dirt out, along with any rocks.
I was only about 5 feet tall at the time (I grew until I was 24), so I had to lean way over the machine to reach the clods. Right in front of my waist was a chain that helped drive the machinery.
Of course the chain finally caught my flannel shirt, jerked it tight, and sucked me against the machine. The chain kept eating my shirt, which in turn was trying to cut me in half.
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