Heard about the lady in New Zealand Phil. Thing is if you were one of the guys on a building site doing the wolf whistling would you stop if that's the reaction you get???

Don't think so - they'll probably do it all the more now!

Hell, I am happy to just be whistled at these days!

Sheelagh

auschick wrote:
Heard about the lady in New Zealand Phil. Thing is if you were one of the guys on a building site doing the wolf whistling would you stop if that's the reaction you get???

Don't think so - they'll probably do it all the more now!

Hell, I am happy to just be whistled at these days!

Sheelagh
I only wolf whisle under my breath Auschick, which is not a very easy thing to do. ..BUT,if I knew a whistle would get a result like that, I'd whistle out loud and have me cup of tea and butties on the ready..Heeeheehee.
Phil.

I had a delivery to a Staples store the other day, just one skid weighing 1300 pounds. Where you backed in was on a downward slope. I put a pump truck under the skid and it started to push me,( right now I weight 164Lbs), by the time I exited my trailer I was moving quick,and my feet weren't touching the floor,I guess you could say it was an eye opening moment. I was very lucky tho, only a broken rib from where it glanced me against the wall. I'm not gonna tell you what I said to the supposed Receiver,who was supposed to help me but I find myself banned from the property, oh well.
Phil.

Eh by gum Phil not another injury are you ok lad, get another job you are going to disable yourself if you don't watch it. Regards Doris

I do agree with you Doris, and I am working on it.
Phil.

I’m going back over twenty years with this one to when I was staying in Blackpool for a Conference.

First day of said Conference we were passing the Hounds Hill Centre, returning to the Winter Gardens after the lunch break, when the couple of pints of Draught Bass I’d supped made their presence felt. Fortunately, at the same moment I spotted a Gents on the opposite side of the road. I left my colleagues, and dashed across to avail myself of the facilities.

As I approached the opposite kerb I saw the footpath outside the Gents was very narrow, and there were only a couple of low steps at the lavatory entrance. Being twenty odd years younger than I am now, some three or four stone lighter, and, it must be said, dafter, I took a running jump out of the roadway, and landed on the top step. It was then two factors I had not considered came into play:-

1) My shoes had shiny new leather soles on them.

2) The lavatory step was edged with a shiny (and very slippery) aluminium strip.

Disaster. Both feet slipped off the top step onto the lower one, stopping my legs dead in their tracks; unfortunately, my upper body was still moving forward at a fair rate of knots. Somehow I managed to snatch my feet up, and ran headlong into the ‘bogs’. Fortunately there was something there to halt my forward progress. A big red cast iron weighing machine – you know the sort – one of those with a massive circular dial at the top.

As you will appreciate, at this time I was moving like Linford Christie approaching the tape; arms back, torso forward. The first part of my body to hit the weighing machine was my head, with sufficient force to rock it on its pedestal, causing it to tilt a couple of inches clear of the floor, and then drop down onto my left foot. End result: cuts and abrasions to face and head, a chipped tooth, and loss of my big toe nail.

When I staggered out onto the street, my colleagues who had been waiting opposite thought I had been mugged, and I, in my stunned and incoherent state couldn’t inform them otherwise. They dashed into the lavatory to detain, and quite possibly, chastise, a non-existent offender. It wasn’t the best week I’ve spent in Blackpool.

Hi there Finbar, well have you ever been in a bank that just has ATMS machines in, well i went to Blackpool for an evening at a working men club Member Win can vouch for that, i was short of money so i saw my bank so i thought nip in humm i could not get in so i watched a women she slid her card down the side of the door brilliant, got in alright got cash out of the machine now how do i get out well there was my friends outside the bank looking through the window, there was no handle to open with but i spied a big silver button by the door it was a big one as well pressed the button heigh presto and it opened, i can never live it down Win keeps reminding me lol. Regards Doris

Thankyou Finbar, you just gave me me my chuckle limit for the day and much,much more. Bet you skidded real nice across the floor, bet you smelled of pee too
God, just glad I'm not the only one this stuff happens to, nice to have company,
Wallace, what can I say? I always thought it was nice to have cargo that didn't speak or interrupt me when I was talking to meself, but seriously thinking of switching to buses
Phil.

one time when I was about 14 I went to the Carlton Cinema in Tyldesley, at some time through the show i had to go to the gents, on my way out I walked into the light fitting, one of those screwed directly to the ceiling, and knocked the whole thing out of the ceiling, I took off like a rocket it is only as I got older I realised that I should have laid myself down on the floor and feigned injury I could perhaps have got millions out of them?
for the benefit of newer members I an six feet six tall, at the time of the above event I would only have been six feet fourish.
Syd.

boltonloco wrote:
one time when I was about 14 I went to the Carlton Cinema in Tyldesley, at some time through the show i had to go to the gents, on my way out I walked into the light fitting, one of those screwed directly to the ceiling, and knocked the whole thing out of the ceiling, I took off like a rocket it is only as I got older I realised that I should have laid myself down on the floor and feigned injury I could perhaps have got millions out of them?
for the benefit of newer members I an six feet six tall, at the time of the above event I would only have been six feet fourish.
Syd.

Something similar happened to me over 30 years ago in The Owl Inn, in UpHolland Syd!

The taproom door had a spring mechanism to close it; the spring being contained in a vertical steel barrel, about 6 inches long, fastened to the door lintel.

I had walked under this unscathed on countless occasions, and then fashion struck. One night I went down there in a new pair of shoes with platform soles, which added some 3 inches to my height (they were supposedly the last word in 'style' in the mid 70s). I attempted to walk through the door and BANG!! I made a quick transition from John Travolta to Charlie Chaplin doing a 'pratfall'.

some funny posts here ,thanks for the laughs guys

I agree Wendy, very funny replies. That reminds me, have to go buy some more Ammends,, the Adult Diaper! Hey, don't knock em if you haven't tried em. I have a host of replies to write, but gotta go to bed right now,just got in, long day, too flippin long. Sweet dreams all.
Phil.

Did you ever feel like you didn't belong in a crowd? I did today, hurt my feelings too.
On the way home I had to stop for that precious liquid know as petrol. (of course). I sent a fella flying into his car with a mere thought, and he stumbled on the way,, . The cashier actually acted like she didn't want my money, I insisted anyway.
I got home to the underground garage, walked to the lift,(parked the car first, of course), pressed the button and waited. Meantime, two women walked in too, pressed the button, and quickly left. I "wished" them away.
This is gonna effect me for the rest of my life, I just know it.
Reason for the distraction ,,was I smelled.
I was carrying 6300 lbs of concentrated garlic juice on 4 four skids today, three made it to the dock. Number four tipped, it was like being in a war, duck and hope, but a couple of gallons got me.............Shoulda seen the familys faces when i walked in tonight


Out of a "tragedy" come a laugh!!
Phil.

HAHAHAHAHA. that is sooooooooooo funny Phil.No wonder you felt you didn't belong in the crowd. Dont worry though we all still love you

MIND YOU WE CANT SMELL YOU

Take care Lynda