Mine was a wet behind the ears agency driver on class 2 multi drop just starting out in the game about my 4th week delivering around Leeds. I was in the city centre and took a wrong turn and need up outside Leeds general infirmary, didn’t know where I could go to turn around and started to get the old dry mouth wandering what to do.
As it was quiet I thought about doing a 3 point turn and go back the way I came. It was all going well untill I was reversing and mounted the pavement put too much revs on and proceeded to reverse stright through the wall outside the hospital 
embarrassed and ashamed was an understatement and everyone and their dog came out of the hospital even the folk with their arms and legs in plaster 
and a few hundred shoppers to marvel at my good work 
Yesterday was the latest one. Bent my tail lift after trapping it against the bay wall. i didn’t know it had gotten stuck until i heard a loud bang. Told the office what I had done, they didn’t say much which is worrying.
Finding out Robroy was my father! 
not long been driving when this happened
tipping a load of stone, and to make sure it was empty we used to drive forward and hit the brakes to get the tailgate to bang and empty the trailer, i was to busy watching my trailer and i drove straight into a brick wall 
First driving job driving a 7.5t flatbed at 18 (only had my car licence a few months too)
Was collecting a load of spiral ducting from a farmers barn, his mrs tells me to back into the barn. I pull forward onto the field lining myself up with the doors to back in not realising the condition of the field. Yep, got stuck in the mud for 6 hours, Farmer was kind enough to give me a shovel and wheel barrow to run 100m round to the other field where he kept a pile of ■■■■■■■■ gravel to aid digging myself out
Finding out Evil8beezle was my son.
Forgetting I had a stobart uniform on in public.
Leaving TNUK webpage open on me tablet whilst going to have a bath and the wife finding out what I get up to.
Oh and most things that happen after I select reverse in me truck.
Years ago was on a job and finish tipper job, the lorry was double shifted, sometimes triple, so got in the very bad habit of dropping all the lines off bar the red one, winding the legs half way down (empty trl) and removing the number plate whilst on the pumps to save meself 30 seconds when i parked it for steam cleaning, dunno why now i think maybe i’d seen others doing it and got into the groove.
Trouble is the pumps were in a corner so you’d have the unit and trailer at an angle.
Bet you already know whats coming, pulled the pin as well, filled up pulled away one almighty banggggggg thar seemed to echo round the yard for minutes…at the very moment my then boss who was seldom around that time of day drove into the yard complete with his lovely wife (she was and still is a lovely woman) beside him… course half the workshop and plant and office came out to see what had gone off…
No damage luckily but being on the ■■■■ couldn’t pick the sod up again it kept pushing away from me, so had to get a fork truck to hold the trailer still while i got it.
Lesson learned there, either pick it up in one or drop it in one.
Taking out my first artic to load in croydon…it was a ridiculous small alley way off the main drag, and ffs the trailer was only 27ft and a single axle ( the legal length in those days )i spent a good half hour just trying to get the trailer in the entrance, shame it kept going in the opposite directiomn, and old boy in bib and brace got out of his morris 8, walked towards me, and asked if he could help…i sat and watched, as he did it in one…but learned some valuable lessons that day, and met a kind man…no his name was not Robroy…
truckyboy:
Taking out my first artic to load in croydon…it was a ridiculous small alley way off the main drag, and ffs the trailer was only 27ft and a single axle ( the legal length in those days )i spent a good half hour just trying to get the trailer in the entrance, shame it kept going in the opposite directiomn, and old boy in bib and brace got out of his morris 8, walked towards me, and asked if he could help…i sat and watched, as he did it in one…but learned some valuable lessons that day, and met a kind man…no his name was not Robroy…
Morris 8, bib and brace? , I reckon it would be more like pushchair, bib and nappy around that time TB.
I keep telling you I’m just a boy compared to you.
Last week, was loading out of Jotun paint in flixborough, got told by security what bay to get on then headed up to the office for my paperwork, I got told there once I had the green light I was good to go. So I jumped back in the cab and had a little snooze, woke up half an hour or so later and wondered why I was still on red as I got told it was only 6 pallets, I went into the warehouse to see what was going on only for one of the lads to inform me I’d forgot to open the doors on the trailer!
happysack:
Forgetting I had a stobart uniform on in public.
You normally get sectioned for that
Not with a truck cos I was good 
, but felt a bit embarrassed and guilty about doing this …
Repair bill came to about £16k
raymundo:
Not with a truck cos I was good
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Repair bill came to about £16k
Looks like cavitation to me boss!
Who was steering at the time, Jim Beam?
Me and totally alcohol free I will add and I detest that yankee crap, I left the berth at Corpach and the tide set me on to a shallow patch and the bloody props stick out the bottom of the boat by about 15 cm. Stupid greek built nervous breakdown inducing heap o’ scrap 
I got my knob stuck in the hoover hose.
eagerbeaver:
I got my knob stuck in the hoover hose.
Toy hoover?
Nah H/sack. It was a misunderstanding with my friend Henry, we had an argument and he told me to " ■■■■ it up".
We used to spend a lot of time together and got quite close. We even used to go to the bookies with each other and often cleaned up…
My first ever night out, East Anglia winter '85, several inches of fresh snow and dangerously close to my maximum hours. I decided to park on the car park of a pub I saw in the distance, and spent a pleasant evening there as the only customer. Come the morning, when the snow had melted, I found that I wasn’t parked on a car park at all and had in fact dug myself a nice ERF shaped hole in the middle of the beer garden