I barely heard the cracking noise and the next thing I see is my wheel barrel bouncing across the roof and no one is pushing.
It took me a second to get my wits. I looked down and both my gloved hands are on the shingle strewn deck and my left leg is missing from the top of my thigh down.
Looks like I just had my first accident. Fell right through the roof. At least it was just one leg. No blood and only a little bruising.
The good news is that I did clear off almost 300 square feet in about 2 hours, the bad news I was too tired to extricate myself out of the roof. I hate being stranded in the roof after dark. It sucks.
Here is the tool of the day. My Roof Bully. Which, as of tomorrow, will have another brother. I am buying a tool with a larger handle at a higher angle. I need to trade off a little to ease the pain on my back.
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