Underpowered

Not all that long ago I worked for a forklift place, which wasn't the most exciting job I've worked, but the boss was great and we tended to have alot of fun.

One day some people came in to rent a forklift, and there's a little bit of information that's needed and some idle chatter while they wait to get processed. Manning the front counter, the idle chatter was mine.

There was a couple there, and I'd never seen them. The industrial zone is pretty close, regardless of what you might think, and you tend to know people if you're in a service for them. These two were professionally dressed and educated, not qualities usually found in the front office for forklift rental locations.

Charlie: "So, what are you renting the forklift for."
Woman: "We need to lift his foreskin."

Now the average reader might stop right there and think that there is NO WAY that woman was serious. But she was. It turns out that they worked for a biomedical place that grew something close to an acre of penis foreskin to be used by burn victims as skin grafts. Apparently the stuff is pretty elastic, doesn't come with much hair, and grows without much support.

They had over four tons of the stuff.

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