Sometimes safety glasses lull you into a false sense of security.
In the early 80s I was at an indoor range attending a ukpsa grading shoot, they had insisted on ear and eye protection being worn and I had invested in a new pair of tasco shooting glasses.
Rocking up to the line on the standards stage I was positioned to the extreme right and resigned myself to getting showered in hot brass from the rest of the chaps, good job I bought these I smugly thought, well how wrong was I, an empty case came and lodged itself between the upper frame and me feckin left eyelid, it was bloody hot, I started jumping around like a chimp on crack as I could feel me eyelid burning and couldn’t get the feckin case out for what seemed like a lifetime.
The RO blew his whistle and stopped the stage and on enquiring what was the matter had a look at me and said “you need to put something on that” a blister size of a marble had appeared, and all because of being trapped by the glasses.
So sometimes safety equipment transpires to being anything but
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