Reminds me of a story from one of my lecturers (who’d got his PhD under one of the inventors of the MRI) about a senior surgeon who’d come into the see their new MRI machine. He listened condescendingly to the warning about ferrous objects, (after all, he was a senior surgeon), and walked up to the machine.
The scalpel he’d left in his top pocket was ripped out, went right through the machine, rebounded, shot past his shoulder, and embedded itself in the wall.
MRI machines don’t give a fuck about your job title.
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