Ooh, ooh, I have some stories! I had a electronics bench in high school, full of discarded vacuum tube equipment I fixed up. Once I discharged the full plate voltage from an old CRT oscilloscope through my pinky. A loud crack, smell of burning skin, and I jumped about a foot. I think it was about 2000V in a big metal can cap. Taught me some respect.
In high school the physics lab had a 4 foot tall Van de Graaff generator, a high voltage generator capable of generating 100's of kV. My buddy and I, unsupervised in the lab, had a great time charging up a Leyden jar (a big HV capacitor, consisting of a 5 gallon glass jar lined with aluminum inside and out) and zapping stuff. After our time was up, I said, "I'm going to discharge this jar". I touched the center conductor to ground, got a big spark. I touched the outer conductor to ground, got a smaller spark. "All done", I said, "put it back on the shelf.". My buddy wrapped his right arm around the jar, grabbed the center conductor with his left hand, and got an enormous spark right through him. Lucky it didn't stop his heart. He couldn't move his left arm for an hour. And we both learned the principle of a floating ground.
When I was a young engineer, an old tech who was a former Navy radar tech and instructor was telling me about the day he was teaching the trainees about the danger of high voltage in radar transmitters. He was pointing out the areas of high voltage, using a lead pencil as a pointer. The HV arced to the tip of the pencil, through the wood, through his body, out his bottom to the steel chair he was sitting on. He claims he had a hole in the seat of his pants. A good lesson on "do what I say, not as I do".