At work our rear carpark is covered with kitty-litter size gravel, and is pretty easy to lose your footing on if you aren't careful. B walked out of work at about 9.15 one night, and went and sat on his bike. He started his bike up to warm it up, and then made a phone call. By this time the bike was well warmed up, and he started to move off................................until the disk lock hit the forks. Bike locks up, B is still in forward motion, he puts his feet down to save the bike, feet slip, and bike and rider tip to the ground. B kills the engine, struggles to push the bike off him (remember he is a rather stout man), and gives it up as a bad joke. He wonders to himself, "what the hell am I going to do?" B ponders the situation for a few minutes, and then decides to call one of his "workmates" inside. Unable to remember the new console phone numbers, he dials 000, is put through, and miraclously his good "mate" answers. B theatrically whispered "mate, I need a hand out here, I've dropped the bike on me, and I can't lift it off. I'm not hurt at all, but keep it quiet will you!." "Mate" then agrees that yes he needs a hand, and says he will be right out....
B then hears one of the ambulances from the plant room floor start up, sirens wailing, but thinks nothing of it. "Mate" comes out, followed by all available Fire & QAS staff from Comms giggling and pointing, then followed by the Paramedics from the station laughing uproariously, and then pulling out of the driveway and heading directly for him is an ambulance, sirens wailing, blue & red lights flashing.....
And then, to top off the humiliation, a camera is produced, pics are taken, and the whole incident is written up in the quarterly department magazine!
Top bloody mates eh ?
