Re: Too Many Stories!
My power switch story is much more personal. I had a pile of old boxes under the bench where my wife and I would work on our individual computers. My young toddler, I think he was two at the time would happily play with Thomas the Tank Engine trains, etc while the wife would work a few hours a day remotely. I'm a solid 30+ minutes from home at work when I get a panicked call that the son had got his finger stuck in one of my computer cases and I could hear him crying bloody murder behind her.
Made my excuses to the boss, ran out the door and headed home at a speed quite a bit over the legal limit, luckily without a stop. Driving a black Passat wagon might have been a good thing at the time. Anyhoo, the wife had meanwhile called the local coppers who were only too happy to come over and help her out, carrying the computer case, son and all up the stairs to better light.
Turns out I had left the case slid forward a bit because I had been fiddling around in there the other day, and the son decided that the button the front needed pushing. All that held it in was a metal strip behind the plastic button, which gave it the oomph to spring back nicely. But since there was no real button behind it, the plastic had popped through and his finger got caught like a chinese handcuff. The more he pulled, the more the wife pulled, the tighter it held on.
I could head the screams (from the wife) while still driving him, if only mentally.
Arrived home to find a teary boy eating some treat, an angry wife about me leaving a dangerous machine just lying around, and two very nice policement who wanted to chat about computers.
All in all, it ended up ok now. Suprisingly, the son really isn't interesting in the insides of computers these days... and the wife still doesn't trust my stuff in the basement.