This seems fitting.
I was doing a neck reset on a parlor guitar that my grandmother's stepfather had made in the 1920's. Nothing super special but decent fingerstyle.
I had it all fit, glued and clamped up resting mainly on the clamps themselves on either ends of the guitar.
I looked over to my left and saw a rag I needed to do some cleanup, it was about 4 feet away. I looked back at the guitar, I looked back at the rag and hesitated.
I took 3 steps toward the rag and turned back to see the clamps slowly toppling off the bench snapping the heel in half and leaving the other half in the dovetail.
Gut Wrenching seems to describe it.
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