neo, I know people who stuck their mother's bobby pins in outlets as children and lived to tell about it. The story is usually along the lines of "I stuck it in there, and suddenly I was on my back in the middle of the room with a serious buzz".
Working on an electric outlet as a teen i turned off the breaker and set to work, to change it. Next thing i know I'm sitting on the floor, across the room with a broke window showing where i hit the wall. I seem to remember seeing a pair of pearly gates. Damn grateful that Peter was slacking off that day.
Now if you asked why the shock was so violent as to send me across the (admittedly small) room and crack a window I couldn't tell you, probably some idiot wired it wrong. Seems plausible since it wasn't even on the right breaker.
Pfffttt!!! Slackers!!! I've been lit up more times than Tim Taylor. 60KV from projection sets, 100KV from MSD ignition on dragsters... almost lost a finger with an arc across 440V where was supposed to be
220V turned off. Would've been a scorched nub but for luck and freaking crazy thick elephant-hide calluses all over my mechanic hands; I've seen pictures of almost identical incidents where people lost the whole first joint of a finger.
Worst though was in my 20s when I became the path of least resistance for a microwave oven transformer; 3200V from the palm of one hand to the other. I know this, because I was measuring it with my
Probulator.
Everything clenched up tight; it was like a vibrating, searing-hot river flowing down my left arm, through my chest and out to my right arm. Yes, I could FEEL that the flow was VERY directional.
I remember thinking
"So this is how it ends... collapsed over a table in a motorhome for the sake of a $200 nukebox..." and then concentrating with all my might to make my legs take a step backwards. Time telescoped just like in the movies; I could feel sweat start to bead up on my forehead as I concentrated, but it felt like it was being painted there by some unseen hand, one molecule at a time.
To this day I don't know if I did it by force of will or if it was just chance and gravity working to make me fall out of circuit; afterwards I laid there on my back on the floor for about 10 minutes, listening to my heart pounding and just being glad of the fact. Without thinking I dragged a forearm across my forehead expecting the usual drenching of sweat, but my head was barely damp.
"Huh...." I sighed, then cringed at the ache even that small movement cost me. That ache lasted literally a week, and later I developed stitches of bruising across the inside of both arms.
You know the old saw about how
"It's not the volts; it's the amps that kills you"... I know it was 3200 volts; but how many amps?
Enough to cook a fucking turkey, that's how many. mnem
"Electrons may be very, very small; but when they gang up on you, they ALWAYS win." ~me