Last week on my job, I had to get down into a man hole to clean it out to ready the thing for inspection. On my way back up the ladder, I could not get either of my feet up to the top rung, thus I was stuck.
I managed to flag down the field superintendent, but he could not help me and I didn't have enough leverage to push myself up so I could sit my fat butt up on the lip of the hole....
So he got a hold of four healthy youngins from the crew to come to my aid, two on each side and they lifted me out......
I went from being called Larry the Wanderer to being called "Manhole...."
I go to a self help program and I'll be derned if I didn't walk into the meeting Friday night and everyone was calling me Manhole....ha....