On the Second Story of my roof or on the third story of my neighbor's roof.
True story, I was like an Uncle to my Neighbor's Children. The oldest was a girl. While that house was being built, it was like Lorel and Hardy, Three Stooges and other classic comedies roled up into one.
One day, I looked out the window to one of the guys standing on the ridge of the top roof, standing on one leg with nothing but shorts (I hope he was at least wearing shorts) with a tool belt and bags on crowing like a Roster.
Another time while carrying wood, they hit each other when turning around.
Yet another time, while putting on siding one sat down his nail gun on Scaffing and shot one of the other guys in the hip. Who picked it up and shot the third guy in the ear. Both of those guys pushed the first guy off the plantform of the scaffing. Then the Scaffing fell over because they did not sucure it to the building. The ground was sand.
Another time, They had double doors on each floof but they had not build the decks yet nor put us a temporary fence over the outside doors. The neighbor teen was sunbathing topless. Below the doors was a large pile of sand. One of the guys stairing at her walked out the third floor door. He landed on the pile of sand and got a compound fracture. I went over to her with a blanket to lay it over her. I asked her was was going on. She told me she likes the guy who fell. I told her to put on her top and T-Shirt, took her by the hand to led her over there to introduce them. After that he was not feeling any pain. They did get married.
On different days, others walked out those doors.
There were many other injuries like fulling off the top roof into a truck of animal waste used as fertizier. The boss had to change his staff of workers often. He was very happy that he took my advice to get personal injury insurance for this project for each worker. There are too many other mishaps to recount.