You guys are complete morons.
Yeah...I've done that particular move myself as well. Followed shortly thereafter with what I'm sure is a similar
roll-hop-run-pirroute-into-the-cab-and-hope-the-door-isn't-locked maneuver to what you had to do. .
I've also picked up the small bottle (acetylene?) for a cutting torch setup by the transport bottle cap. Two-handed, elbows straight out, lifted it about 6" off the floor to move it to it's station. Yeah, that cap? Well...It wasn't screwed on all the way. Cap came off, bottle dropped, and my arms -which were previously holding what...50-100 lbs? No idea- came straight at my face in rapid fashion, still holding that couple of pounds of heavy steel cap. Smashed me right in the kisser like I was going for a Tyson payday. By the time my riverdance of pain was in it's last throws and people around me had stopped laughing when they saw the blood spewing forth from my face amidst a technicolor fountain of spit, blood, and profanity...I pulled my hands away from my mouth...I had knocked two slivers off the bottom edge of my front teeth (still can't notice it by looking at them, but they've been wicked sharp ever since), cracked the front four bottom teeth, and knocked all of my front bottom teeth clean through my lower lip. Pulling THAT off was pretty fun. I looked like Bubba from Forrest Gump until the swelling started to subside. 7 stitches on the outside, 9 on the inside, and a decent scar, adding to the other scar where I'd had my teeth knocked through my lip once before (but that's another story).
*note to self*
USE A DOLLY *******.