My wife lived with my Maggies for decades, no complaints. I had them before her and she knew my love for playing music so it was never an issue. She has been incredibly understanding of my hobbies and of course we share many of the same interests.
I have bazillions of electrical zap stories from many years as a TV/stereo repair tech, electrician (never got past journeyman), and of course decades as an EE. One of the scariest to me was when I was helping a lineman friend working in a local 115 kV substation like the picture below. We had a tool that was much like an 8' crowbar used to reach up and pry insulators off the tops of the support poles and transformers. It was a wicked heavy, maybe 3/4" thick hex steel bar with rubber grips. Not insulated; it was to be used when the lines were de-energized. We were up in the bucket (cherry picker) replacing a feeder line (dead) over the transformer bank below (live, humming, and scary). There were several sets of triple wires across the transformers parallel to the ground. I was holding the line as my friend maneuvered the pole to place a new insulator and he slipped. The bar dropped flat across one of the transformer input triples. There was a sharp sizzling snap then the bar hit the ground -- in four pieces. It barely even paused as it was sliced. He looked down, looked up at me (still holding the line) and said, perfectly calmly, "don't touch those with the line". We got a another bar (truck carried several) and finished the job. The reaction set in later...
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