Oh the stupid things I do. I was in a hurry (as usual) and loaded up the rt and headed for a job. I thought "if I don't put my lunchbox in the crane, I'll forget to get it out of the truck at the jobsite, and I'm a 1/2 mile away from the truck".
So I walk up to the crane, decide not to put it on the floor of the upper like I usually do, and looked at the little black rigging box. It's pretty full of rigging (nylons), but, (you know where this is going), I'm in a hurry so I shove it in the box, put my shoulder on it and latch it.
Next I'm out on the job and getting kind of thirsty, and I can't remember where I put my lunch box, because its usually on the floor of the upper, and I put it on the back steps before I start running. I call Jim at the shop, and ask him if I left it set where the truck/ trailer was parked, then I remembered stuffing it in the lower box.
Hop out of the cab, and that's right, something has shifted in the box, and I imagine the handle of my lunchbox is jammed right into the latch. No tender love here, I clamp my handy dandy little vise grip on the handle, (after much pushing and turning with my shoulder on the box- and a few choice words), and twisted the handle off the box latch.
Die grinder tomorrow and I guess remove the latch. Sometimes I'd fire myself - if I could find someone else. At least I didn't need any of the rigging out of the box for that job- that would have made things even more spectacular.