My auntie's a police officer.
She was working in a particularly hilly part of the middle of nowhere when we had the snow this winter. A gritting lorry had slid to a halt in the middle of a ditch, in a country lane. A squad car was sent out.

They got to the top of the hill and started sliding. Frantically trying to miss the lorry, they instead slid gracefully sideways and crumped into the side of it with all the grace of an icescating Prescott. They shook themselves off and called up another gritting lorry. Which got to the top of the same hill and... yup... started sliding too. Into a tree.

They phoned in my aunt's patrol car. By the time she got there the original lorry driver had, with classy British brevity, said 'Fuck this,' and gone to the pub. The second lorry driver followed when they suggested calling in a third lorry.

Those lorries could still be there, for all I know...

EDIT: Also, VIth!
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 5 May 2011, 18:55, 5 replies)

Revenge of the sixth!
Also my first click of the week - as you've actually contributed.
(sarcastic fringehead feet of clay, buns of steel, head of lettuce, Thu 5 May 2011, 19:17, closed)

Cheers
For the sympathy click ;)
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 5 May 2011, 19:19, closed)

I should have been clearer
genuinely liked your tale.
(sarcastic fringehead feet of clay, buns of steel, head of lettuce, Thu 5 May 2011, 19:43, closed)

Hehe sorry
I was winding you up.
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 5 May 2011, 19:48, closed)

not hard to do

(sarcastic fringehead feet of clay, buns of steel, head of lettuce, Thu 5 May 2011, 19:52, closed)