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Lacking that much needed ingredient........common sense!
Being that I am a pleb at the bottom of a large DIY consortium, it is my duty to do the heavy lifting, general moving of things, and getting injured...need I say more?

It just so happened on one of these such occasions that I, being conscious of those around me, attempted to watch where I was going reversing about 1 tonne of flooring with a pump truck.

This particular day was one of celebration...I had kicked off my steel toe cap boots the night before, and had opted for a comfy pair of trainers (A picture is forming now).

Imagine if you will, me (try to make me dashing and whatnot?!) walking backwards, watching out for old folk stalking the aisles for bargains when, at just that moment, one seemingly does a genie from the lamp on me and I try to stop: My large 1 tonne rectangular friend does not.

Ever heard an internal snap? I can only describe it to fellow knuckle-crackers as like cracking your hand on your head so you feel it through you but, feeling your 3rd and 4th toes becoming vertical and snapping bone in a clean line with, oh hell lets push the boat out, shit-loads of pain.

I then did what a man's man would do in that situation.....whimpered.

That you may think, ranks fairly highly as accidental stupidity....are you in for a treat. It must be only men and a few at that, that for some...unkown Darwinian joke of a reason that we lack common sense.

3 weeks later and I am Spring-Heeled Jack, enjoying to the full my new found mobility.
When, in work, I have a thought...What if it happens again? What if it is the same foot? As I could only guess and so can you, I hope, see the only possible sure fired test of safety. I would have to run over my foot again.
Now I am driven by curiosity aswell. Would the steel toe cap boot have saved me...? So many questions.

Now, the rules are
1. You do not talk about Fight Club!
2. Location must be the same.
3. Weight must be the same.
4. Lets see what happens...

I watched in horror as the pallet began to move. Slowly but surely it gathers speed and momentum, crawling then inching then with speed of it's own..........................
The relief washed over me in an immense way. My foot, protected, nurtured by that blister causing boot slid back with the weight and was stalwart in the face of the unstoppable force:
My toes sung joyously in disbelief, I was safe.
(Thu 20th Dec 2007, 18:06, More)