A few, short years ago, I would set my trailer brakes instead of the truck's parking brake. Well, I cut that out in January 2005.
I called myself doing that while unhooking a trailer at a customer. The truck happened to be on a slight decline. Soon as I pulled the release arm, the truck started to roll.
Side note: I always feel that I would be one of the first to die in horror movies because I think 1. I usually make the (wrong) decision
against my instinct and 2. I don't think *fast* enough.
This particular night, I surprised myself. I couldn't run under the trailer, because the legs weren't down and I if I didn't catch the truck in time, it would've crushed me. So, I ran around the front -- equally retarded, but I'm glad I did! -- I jumped on the running board and mashed the brake with my hand. I was so scared!
However, more than anything, I was just glad no other
drivers were back there to laugh at me and call me a dumb ... well, you know
Isn't is Shakespeare who wrote "All's well that end's well?" I say that about most of my days in the truck...