This story happened to my friend who works in the forestry. In their village, the local priest decided to restore the church and, naturally, he had to coordinate the construction work himself.
One day he came to the pylorama to check the load of wood material.
The men from the boat put on the body of pine pebbles, and they got one very bitten, so to speak. They suffer with him and so, and so, and the priest is already trying to help - and all in no way. And then the brigadier approaches and advises to close the board to load it from the end:
What are you paying? Put it on the top and push it up!
Give it to yourself, Judas. Followed by the pop replica.
...the loading ended with tears in the eyes and forced stops at the next attack of the whistle, looking at the red, like cancer, priest...