Back in the 70's I was crew chief at a local restaurant and we had a flag pole that needed a new line to hoist the Flag.
So off I go the get some rope to replace the existing one. Now Timmy our manager was, shall we say not the shiniest spoon in the in the collection, removed the old line while I was gone.
This flag pole was maybe 30 feet tall (just about 9 meters) and I was charged with replacing the line.
My being smart enough to know this was a task that would require beer mussels and a lack of common sense to climb up there.
So I offered 50 dollars to who ever could replace the rope.
Well one evening Mark decided he could do it. Mark got about half way up and slipped. As expected he slid down the pole. Well now flag poles have CLEATS on them to tie the line off to. And as expected his accelerated descent meant he could not stop.
As you may have guessed cleat came into play and tore his sack. Now the other person there was his girlfriend and guess who drove him to the ER.