Aha, that reminds me, z-man.
(somehow, don't ask how)
I was hanging a center pipe and muffler on this pickup truck. I was using the mig welder for some reason, and I was having a little trouble with it. So I decided to do the front muffler weld before welding to the flange in the front of the center pipe. When I was done with that, I grabbed the pipe, just in front of the weld, intending to twist it. Instead of twisting it, I screamed in pain (the pipe was really hot).
Two other particularly dumb things come to mind on the junkyard.
I was driving the forklift with a car on it, and I went to put it on the top rack. But the car pinned one of my forks between it and the rack. To extricate myself from this situation, I decided to put the forklift in reverse and gun it. Nearly crashing into the car behind me, I also managed to pull the car I was putting on the rack off the rack enough that it lost its balance and fell on its roof.
So, to turn the car over so I could pick it back up I tied a chain to it and jerked it over with the forklift, and it was standing on it's side. So I put the forklift up close to it, walked over to the roof of the car (which is now opposite the forklift), and gave it my best football charge. Instead of pushing the car down onto the forks, the car tipped backwards and fell at me! I jumped out of the way, though. Then I did the chain thing again and got the car back up on its side. At this point the car miraculously still had all its glass intact.
So I brought the forks down low and charged the car, and it fell right onto the forks, bouncing hard enough to tip the forklift. When it was done it was balanced precariously on the forks. I tried pushing against the car on the bottom of the rack to straighten it out, but the forks were pushing on the frame rail on the far side of the car, so this was as good as it got.
So I went ahead and lifted the car again. Just when I got it to the height of the rack, the car became far enough from the center of gravity of the forklift that it tipped the forklift and--you guessed it--fell. This fall broke all the glass on it.
After that point my memory gets fuzzy. I managed to get it on the rack somehow, but I don't recall how.
My other dumb forklift experience wasn't really the fault of my own stupidity, not completely anyway. The forklift had bad brakes, and I was told to take a Mercedes down to the lower level, which meant I had to go down a ramp that was inclined at about 30 degrees. Knowing already that I had to back down the ramp I turned the forklift around to do it. Had I gone down the ramp forwards, the car would have fallen off and rolled its way down. The clutch was going out so I was having some trouble getting down, and the brakes went out on the way down. So I popped the clutch and turned off the engine and the forklift stopped about 1/3 of the way down. So my stupid decision was to go ahead and keep trying to go down.
So I pulled the parking brake, pushed the clutch and started the engine again and started backing down. Quickly the thing accelerated out of control and I popped the clutch, shut off the engine again, and pulled the parking brake.
But the forklift kept on going!
So I jumped out of the forklift, clearing the car easily. I rolled, stood up, and watched the forklift gloriously collide with a little Toyota MR2 that was behind it.
At least I got the car down.
Later the boss got mad at me for taking the mercedes down there in the first place.
(Yeah, there was a stupid power struggle going on between the shop manager and the owner)