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Sunday, May 11, 2008
Pantless Sorter: An Adventure from Lapacek’s Orchard
It was a hot, but beautiful day, once again at the orchard. Diane (my mother-in-law) and I were sorting apples while some of our customers were feeding the cows, checking out the emus and exploring the orchard. Diane was sorting the apples into ‘cider’ and ‘sold-as-is' at the tables and I had just poured in a new bushel to go through the polisher and sizing racks. As I was making sure the apples were going through the polisher I suddenly realized that one of the rotating bars from the machine had caught in the hammer loop of my shorts and was twisting them tighter and tighter on my leg. I screamed. Then I quickly flipped the off switch, which was luckily in arms reach and Diane came over to inspect what was going on. Try as I might I could not untwist my shorts from the bar. We finally realized the only way that I could untwist my shorts would be to actually take them off. Now, the location in which I was stuck had a window directly to the right of me, two clear, glass doors looking into the store, a garage door on my left, and a garage/sliding door behind me. Diane was able to close the garage door but I was still exposed on three sides. Luckily, no one was in the store at the time, but people were outside, about to come in at any minute. Diane was kind enough to grab me one of my 9-month-old daughter’s, Cedi, baby blankets to try to keep me covered up. Diane went into the store to create a distraction in case someone were to come in and I quickly hopped out of my shorts, untwisted them, and ran to the corner to put my shorts back on.
Yes, what happened could have been bad…I could not have been so close to the switch, I could have really injured myself. But, in reality, everything turned out fine and I can’t help laughing about being a ‘pantless sorter’ for a few minutes.
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