10 of these things belong together,
10 of these things are kinda the same,
But one of these things are doing their own thing,
And now it's time to play a game, it's time to play our game.

...Ok, lets move on from the Sesame Street songs and onto the games. Really. Today I spent the entire day at our storage shed re-arranging and organising the palettes of promo material while the rain pelted down saturating anything and everything within meters of the doorway. Oh, and saturating me as I went back and forth carrying palettes of stock from the drop off to the shed on the electric forklift.

So, lets play the game. Can you spot something a little unusual in the picture of the rows of bright orange storage sheds? Does something look a little, uh, out of shape perhaps? Perhaps the next pic will help.

See that bright orange roller door that appears to have been smacked in with an electric forklift? Funny enough you should say yes, because that is exactly what happened. You see, I had been moving palettes from the drop off into the shed in the rain, and was kinda in a hurry to pick up the last palette and dry off... So as I raced through the rain, I thought I heard a car approaching from behind, and so I stepped away from the centre towards the edge of the driveway.

Interestingly, the edge of the driveway happens to be where all the sheds are. Perhaps more interestingly there was no car behind me at all, and it was the sound of the electric forklift bouncing off the walls. So here is the really interesting part.

As I stepped to my left to avoid the phantom car, I accidentally made the forklift deviate slightly swerve violently to the left, avoiding any collision with a car, but unfortunately crashing straight into a bright orange metal roller door. In a bizare twist I accidentally swerved to avoid something that turned out to be the sound of the forklift bouncing off the walls, only to bouce the forklift off the wall. Interestingly I didn't just bounce it into the wall, it bounced through the roller door, and knocked the thing out of its metal moulding. Well done Einstein.

In a bizare twist I accidentally swerved to avoid something that turned out to be the sound of the forklift bouncing off the walls, only to bouce the forklift off the wall... Well done Will you Einstein.

Now, of course being male I blame everything else other than me. So here goes my attempt at the blame game.

1) It was wet. Everyone knows it is ok to smash into things when it is wet. Especially cats.

2) You are actually meant to pull the forklift thing backwards behind you, not steer it akwardly out infront of you where you push the lever left to go right etc etc.

3) I recieved minimal driving instruction from the nerd behind the counter.

4) The nerd behind the counter had eyes that pointed in different directions.

Now, I know I might be seen to be acting a little harsh, but really... is it my fault that I smash a giant forklift into a giant bright orange roller door, avoiding 5 metres of perfectly good concrete driveway when the minimal instruction I got was from a man with eyes that point in different directions?

Ok ok... so slamming into the roller door is entirely my fault. So I shall hereby stop making negative (and somewhat amusing) comments about female drivers and their almost psychic ability to seek out and collide with all targets regardless of size and obvious positioning. At least for a while.

I will only make this admission once. But once is enough. Today I drove the forklift badly, in fact I drove it worse than a woman... I drove it like a Jordan Giles.