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Originally Posted by LoathsomePete
By the end of the summer I had convinced my uncle who worked in the sales department to teach me how to drive the forklifts and I stayed on, working Saturdays as the forklift customer service person who would drive out into the yard and get the lumber and bring it back to the customer in the loading area (cheaper insurance if customers weren't allowed back in the actual lumberyard).
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While working at my buddy's dad's warehouse they had everyone get forklift certified and I had never even driven a car before. I learned later that I was a **** driver even after getting a license, so the forklift thing... did not go well. I ran into a pallet of stuff supposed to go onto a ship. I didn't run full into it, but I did puncture whatever the hell it was with the prongs. My supervisor was literally running behind me and screaming for me to stop. It was fun though. We were told to honk the horn if we were backing up and there was someone behind us, and when I started there was a guy RIGHT behind me, bent over and oblivious to me. So I laid on the horn hard and he literally jumped into the air and skipped a few feet away in semi-panic. A laugh was had by all and I was silently declared an idiot.