While speaking with someone who grew up in Slovakia I found out that he did a bit of agriculture work when he was young. How the straw is processed is slightly different than in the US. Rather than creating the bales and dumping them out the back on the ground they were dumped into an attached trailer, approximately one every ten seconds.
One person per trailer, stacking the hay higher and higher. Simply walking around the outside of the stack trying not to fall off. It was during this time he did see what might only be a person looking for a Darwin award. One of the guys, Zoltan, had forgotten his “safety” equipment, er, his gloves. He felt he was tough enough to do hay baling without any gloves, this was despite the fact that they received a new set of gloves each day due to the wear and tear on them.
We all knew that Zoltan must have had a good set of genes. This was both due to his tough attitude but also because Zoltan’s father was also there showing off the rest of the family gene pool. He never seemed to be doing anything important. He was always sitting on top of the hay trailer smoking a cigarette.
Zoltan was actually very tough, he did survive the entire day without any gloves, but unsurprisingly he did not show up to work the rest of the week.