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I was 14 years old, working in construction. The forman told me to back the company pick-up truck ('66 Merc 4yrs. old) out of the way of a concrete truck. So I jump in the truck, look out the back window, crank the wheel over and stomp on the gas. Drivers licence? Whats that? As the front of the truck swings over, the front bumper of the truck catches the corner of the portable toilet. In 1970 they were made of plywood. Luckily, it was vacant at the time as there was nothing left of it but a pile of "wet" lumber. Of course, the piece of plywood jammed in the bumper had to have the roll of toilet paper attached, which unrolled in the wind. I went to find the forman so he could fire me, but he and the rest of the crew were laughing so hard they couldn't talk so I kept my job. However, I was known as "The Shithouse Kid" for the rest of this summer.
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Book 'em Danno
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