And one more...
My first proper job after leaving school. There was only three of us: me, a kid the same age as me called Glen, and the boss.

We were building some racking and a mezzanine floor in the warehouse, and for the flooring we had these 4x8' sheets of 2" plywood - they were fucking heavy, but 2 of us could lift one.

For some reason, these were all stacked in the workshop, leaning against one wall. One day, we needed to get something, only to discover that it was trapped behind the sheets of ply.

Rather than move them all, I had a brilliant idea: they'd probably balance quite well... if I held them upright, Glen could get the thing we needed and then with a little push they'd all be against the wall again. Easy!

So, we started moving them away from the wall. I think there were about 10 or so of these sheets. There were only about 2 left to move when the ones I was holding started to fall towards me. Obviously, there was no way I was going to hold them, so Glen raced round to help me, but they were too heavy and we both fell.

I just had time to think "Oh fuck, this is really going to hurt", and was having visions of my legs and pelvis being crushed under all this wood, when we both hit the spray rack - basically just a big frame made of angle iron that we rested stuff on while it was being sprayed.

Somehow we both ended up sitting on this frame with the wood resting on our laps.

Result! No broken bones... only problem was we were both trapped, and we were so far from the office that there was no way the boss would hear us if we shouted for help.

At this point I got the giggles, until I realised that the wood was starting to actually quite hurt my legs.

Glen managed to wriggle out in the end, and piled them all back against the wall.

We started again after that, and this time we moved them one by one to another wall.
( Professor Kenny Martin Quality you can taste, or your money back, Thu 3 Jan 2008, 12:43, closed)