Forklift operator

You reach your memory back to your inner neurons and pull out a memory of driving a forklift around the magazine. That must be it then, you had to drive forklifts for your day job. You actually feel the senses come back to your hands and feet, operating the clutch, releasing the block of the chair and raising the angle of the forks. You get a little lost in the fantasy, so Sam waves her hand in front of your eyes. "You okay John?" she asks, "Yeah, yeah" you reply.

"I'm a forklift operator" you respond.

She does seem a little surprised, but her face does show a hint of admiration. "Whoa, that sounds pretty cool"

You try to say something more about it, but it looks like you are finally approaching a city...