At age 15 one of my first jobs was working in a dairy barn. Started 4:30 before school. We had these fancy milkers with a suction cup for each teat. One cow had ripped off one of her teats during a winter thaw. After she was all healed and back in line for milking I was at a loss how to hook up the milkers to her, as all four needed to have suction to work. Using the old brain pan I had an eureka moment and stuck my thumb into the last milker. Problem solved. However, after 4 or five days of twice a day milking my thumb was getting really sore and purple. That’s when the girl who worked the other side came over, grabed the hose above the 4th milker when I was hooking up the 3-teated cow, and crimped it. Geesh.
I thought you were going to say she hooked it up to herself but . . . no.