HH Down Under

HH had a close call yesterday. He was moving a forklift from one building of his plant to their old building across town. The forklift was loaded onto a 'wrecker', as HH calls it, which to more civilized folk is a tow truck. Once the forklift arrived at the intended destination, after traveling a distance of about one mile, HH unfastened the chains which held it on the truck.

(Cue dramatic music)

THE EARTH PARTED!

A giant hole appeared just in front of HH. The truck and forklift fell into the hole. HH did not. But it was just where he had been standing a few seconds before. There went my chance for a major settlement with HH's company.

HH and his crew were dumbfounded. They were already one forklift short of a load. Seems somebody on the night shift had turned over the other forklift the evening before. Don't ask me how you turn over a forklift. I thought those things were pretty much unturnoverable. Like you would really have to be trying to do it.

Anyhoo...they got another truck to come and rescue the truck and forklift from the hole. HH lived to tell the tale.

Nothing exciting like that ever happens to Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. She can't even get an old man to threaten to shoot her.