I was working a jobsite in Florida one time, when they were laying plywood on the roof of a 3 story apartment building. It was pretty windy that day, and I was watching this one little Mexican (maybe 120 pounds) walking along the edge of the roof while carrying a full sheet of plywood. The idiot was carrying it on the opposite side of his body, away from the roof edge. Sure enough, a gust of wind hit him, and blew him right off of the roof. Luckily, he landed in a pile of sand that they were using to mix with concrete. The little bas*ard jumped up, shook all the sand off while cutting loose a hell of a string of Spanish, and ran right back upstairs to go back to work.
