When I was still on patrol, we were flagged down by some folks that said they could hear someone yelling for help on the top of one of the county buildings (a former grocery store, converted to offices). Sure enough, I could hear it, too.
My partner wouldn't go up, so I climbed on up the sloping metal roof to the flat section. There, in the hole created when he took the mushroom/fan/vent off, was ol' "lee lee". He was trying to break into the building when he got stuck. I called for help from rescue, and grabbed him to pull upwards, to relieve some of the pressure off his chest (so he could breathe). I looked at his situation:
1. his left arm was trapped between two joists at the edge of the hole, one joist was up in his armpit, and he's just hanging from that arm/shoulder.
2. Looking down, it's about a 20' drop onto effectively a concrete floor.
3. About 8' below him, and lined up perfectly between his legs so that he would have straddled it had he dropped, was a 2.5" plumbing pipe.
4. He was carrying a flashlight, a screwdriver and a beer.
I looked at him and said, "you didn't really think this all the way through before you hopped on in there, did you Lee Lee?"
He only moaned . . .
