A day after Bill posted this, another forklift enabled haulin'-a** moron ran into me in an aisleway in the same facility. I jumped out of the way, but he still managed to nail me in the ankle with a fork (only slightly).
Boy am I mad, and boy, aren't we lucky.
A couple of inches the wrong way, and they would've lost their 480 EXO, or in the other case, I, my foot.
