You can smell hot asphalt from three blocks away. But when you're standing next to 525-degree molten tar, that smell becomes everything. Friday morning. New roofer Darrell claimed to be a journeyman. I believed him. When it came time to fill the hi boy with hot asphalt, I trusted that he'd done his part. I pulled the rope. Big mistake. Ever trusted the wrong person at the worst possible time? 🔥👷♂️ #RoofingSafety #WorkplaceSafety #ConstructionStories
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