That’s kinda funny

…but no. Only amongst other Fallers.
Our logging camp was one of the largest (400+ loggers) and isolated on Northern Vancouver Island. I began my career there as a handi-man (my early 20’s with trade certifications). Besides my regular duties I was also assigned recovering workers (“the walking wounded”) and gave them “light-duty work”.
One particular guy, who I was assigned, was the weightlifting champion of Canada. Great right? Wrong. This kid was massive, full of steroids, and loved himself. I gave him a hammer, a handful of nails and some stair-treads. With a two-handed grip on the hammer, the first nail went flying somewhere. The second nail got bent. He could barely hit the remaining nails.
He sat in my shop for the rest of the week. Size 2 hard hat, size 15 boots.