I work in a large retail store with a coworker who is well known as a walking safety hazard. To our disbelief and anger, he never gets much more than a slap on the wrist.
One day, I’m in the backroom and see him operating a walkie-stacker — basically a smaller version of a forklift that you walk with instead of sitting in to drive — with the forks all the way up and nothing on them.
Me: “[Coworker]!”
Coworker: *Stopping* “What?”
Me: “Put those forks down right now! If you hit something like that, the balance will be off, and it might tip over!”
Coworker: “Nah, I’m almost where I’m going.”
Before I can say anything else, he starts moving again and almost immediately hits a shelf with the raised forks, losing control of the walkie-stacker. The machine tips over, breaking a camera and a monitor on the way down, landing with a very loud clang. Fortunately, nobody is hurt.
[Coworker ]and I stare at each other, me in fury, him looking like a deer in headlights.
Coworker: “I gotta go.”
He runs in the opposite direction. I immediately go to find a manager.
Me: “[Manager], you need to come look in the backroom right now.”
Manager: *Sighs* “Let me guess. [Coworker]?”
Me: “Yes.”
Manager: “He always does something. I’ll deal with it later.”
Me: “No, [Manager]. Seriously, you need to go look right now.”
The look on his face is as if the thing he has been dreading has finally happened. He nearly runs to the backroom, and in minutes, his voice comes over the intercom.
Manager: “[Coworker] to my office IMMEEEEDIATELYYYYY!”
We don’t know exactly how that exchange went, other than the fact that [Coworker] astoundingly wasn’t fired.