The sawmill foreman hired Sofronski, led him to a buzz saw and explained how it worked. He warned Sofronski that it was extremely dangerous, and left him alone. Sofronski, fascinated by the saw, reached out a probing finger toward it. One second later the finger was gone. Sofronski screamed in pain, bringing the foreman on the run.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Your saw cut my finger off.”
“Well,” asked the foreman, “what did you do wrong?”
“I don’t know!” said the Polack. “I just touch it like this… ow! Damn, there go another one!”