I used to fit industrial ventilatorsand one day two of us were contracted to fit some vents at a turkey farm in norfolk, it was a disgusting place but we did the job and when we were leaving we had to get down from the roof via a vertical iron ladder which lead down into one of the unloading bays, this is where the wagons full of turkeys get unloaded and the turkeys are wedged in upside-down by their feet into a conveyor rack thing, anyway, I was decending alone, just near the last few rungs I looked inbetween my feet and it was clear so I jumped the last 4 foot. Imagine my surprise when I landed arse-first on a flat-topped steel bollard which I hadn't seen behind me, I lay on the floor for ages in a ball of nauseating agony, rubbing my face in the blood, feathers and shit vomiting my pain. I don't know if it's related, but I didn't eat turkey ever again.
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