When I was a postie I used to deliver to a few stables that where on my round one of which had a small Cafe and a plant yard next to it. One of the yard girls had 'borrowed' a JCB from next door to clear a couple of ton of muck from the corner of the yard. Half way through a mid morning plate of full english I look up to see the JCB driver standing at the counter with a tea in his hand. I ask him how much instruction he had given the blonde 20 some thing girl in the digger, just as he's finished saying about 15 mins they are automatic blah blah theres all mighty crash as the back bucket of the digger comes through the windows and timber wall. The silly cow had jumped out to go for a pee put it in neutral and left the bucket up, the digger had rolled 40ft across the yard in to the Cafe wall.
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