No really, in the crap!
Standing at the back of the station, an ambulance drove over a sewerage manhole cover and the thing popped up.
So I wandered over, and lo! there was a stream of poo and paper flowing past.
I shoved the lid back on with my foot and the other officer walked out to see what the hell had happened.
I told her about the lid popping up, and told her it was bloody odd, that they really aren't meant to do that.
So I stomped the lid with my left foot... and the bloody thing swiveled, leaving a big hole just waiting for me to fall down.
My leg started heading down, and 95kg of me was most supportive in its journey. The front of my ankle took out the front of the hole, just as my knee got to hole level, the lid came round again and smacked the top of my knee, and I landed on the edge of the hole with the side of my thigh, all my weight resting on it. Fortunately, my left elbow arrested my fall, and I stopped about 8 inches before landing in the joyous flow below.
After a few seconds of cursing, swearing and some words that I am not entirely sure exist in common language, I pulled my leg out and proceeded to curse and swear some more.
Upshot is, I have a golf ball sized lump on my ankle, an extra knee cap and the biggest abrasion/contusion near the top of my thigh I have ever seen.
Walking hurts, driving is impossible and the beer hasn't begun to work yet.
Lesson: Don't trust those goddamn metal circles of doom folks - or you may end up in the shit like I did!
(Funny aside - other officer freaked out when I disappeared, upon seeing I was not dead, I told her to call an ambulance... she got her cellphone out and was about to dial... of course it proves that laughter is NOT the best medicine, cos it still bloody hurts!)
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