When I lived in Florida in the late 70s, we had a washer and dryer in the garage on a concrete floor. One day I came in from the ocean dripping wet. Wanted to turn on the dryer to heat up a towel. The 220 plug was half cocked out of the socket. Without thinking, like an idiot, I just reached up and pushed the plug with the palm of my hand. Next thing I knew I was on the opposite side of the garage sliding down the wall, into a babbling lump on the floor.