Working as a gardener for a mental hospital I needed a wheelbarrow to move a lot of soil, so I ordered one and when it arrived one of the maintenance guys put it together for me.
One morning I started to move soil from the yard to the rear garden of a ward. There were a couple of patients in the garden so I told the ward staff what I was doing and that the patients were OK to stay as I had nothing they could use to harm themselves.
As I was shovelling soil for the sixth load the wheelbarrow suddenly lurched to the side. As I tried to straighten it the barrow fell over, and when I looked under it I saw that the wheel had come off.
I got on the radio and called the maintenance department.
“Steve to Maintenance, are you receiving?”
No answer.
“Steve to Maintenance, are you receiving?”
I waited a while.
The guy that put the barrow together answered – “Jono here, what’s up Steve?”
“Well I used to have a wheelbarrow, but now I only have a barrow because the wheel fell off.”
It was an open radio system and my message was broadcast around most of the hospital. The lead receptionist told me later she was inducting some new staff but had to stop as they were all laughing.