Shearing with a Broken Comb

A young shearer once tried to push through the day on a busted comb because he didn't want to lose his place on the board. By smoko his count was down, his back was gone, and the wool was a mess.

The gun shearer next to him leaned over and said the thing he never forgot: 'Stopping to fix your gear isn't slowing down. It IS the job.'