The floor of our gutted kitchen needed some serious leveling before the remodeling could progress. We decided the easiest and fastest way to accomplish the task was to rent a large disc-type floor sander. I installed the coarsest paper available on the bottom of the sander, and had my wife plug it in as I held on. The sander immediately skated to the left, rotated around me in three large circles, and tied me firmly to its handle with the electrical cord. Rather than unplug the whirling beast, my wife ran from the room in terror. With as much speed as the beast could muster, we veered across the floor, crashed between two studs, through the drywall and out into the garage. When my wife saw that her car was in peril, she finally pulled the plug.

— Daryl Cushenberry