School Story:
In Vocational Agriculture, with Mr. Crosby. Everyone in the class had to be "trained" on a tractor to receive a passing grade. Apparently, he didn't now about my issues with heavy machinery. Well, he showed me how to start the tractor, and the attached mower, shift gears, accelerate, but forgot to mention how to stop the darn thing. Oh, I took out the hurdles (on the track), mowed part of the football field, levelled some dirt mounds. He told me he'd give me an "A", if I promised not to ride a tractor again. Funny thing is, now I'm responsible for the safety of 12 employees using forklifts. How's that for a little irony in life?