Drive side, inside door handle broke. So I scooted over the passenger seat and got out that way. Wow, how embarrassing, and it sucks that I’ll have to do that EVERY TIME I get out if my car, right?
Took about two days to realize I could just roll down the window and grab the outside handle.
Would’ve fooled me, too. But I jumped in here to say “What a cool-looking car.” I’m tempted to get one of those, or the original Honda Civic.
Ooh, that even made “James May’s 12 cars that changed history”…
Cars that were ordinary at the time, but nowadays, when a Civic and a Corolla are trying to look like generic sedans, the classics would stand out.
Since I just made a bunch of chicken stock it reminded me of one time I made a sweet, sweet batch from the remains of two smoked chickens. Man, was I looking forward to using that for something delicious!
Time comes to strain it out, I set up my colander…over the sink, forgetting a bowl, and pour all of my beautiful stock down the drain 
You and my mother-in-law! (see post #80)
She strikes me as a charming and intelligent woman.
AHunter3, you have my sympathy, when I rented a van to move house recently, I couldn’t figure out how to refuel the damn thing either. Wound up in a mad panic at the pump because I had less than an hour to refuel it and return it to the other end of town…
It was inside the passenger door, if you want to know. It’s the only time I’ve ever had to refuel a van, so maybe that’s standard, but it confused the hell out of me.
I pulled into a gas station one time in a rental car and the tank was on the opposite from what I was used to. No problem, I’ll just circle around to the other side of the pumps. My mom was with me thinking, hmmm… I get out and realize that won’t help! I get back in car and we’re cackling as I leave – we can’t stay here, too embarrassed!
One more for me. About 15 years ago I rented a decent sized Penske box truck to move, and it was pretty old by then. When it got dark, I turned on the lights. The light indicator seemed to suggest I had brights on. But turning every knob I could see, feeling around for hidden knobs, and even kicking off my shoe to feel around the floor by sock, I never found a switch. I decided, maybe it was a rental truck thing, maybe there just wasn’t a switch. After I hit traffic It became confirmed from honking, fingers, and a few people who even took the time to let me pass them, then pull in behind me and flood me with their brights, that I did indeed have my brights on.
Eventually I pulled off and searched the entire cab inch by inch, never found the damn thing. I finally decided fuck it, I’m behind schedule, and only planned to drive another two hours before grabbing a motel till morning, So I kept making new friends for the next couple hours, then finished in daylight the next day.
I really meant to ask when I turned the truck in. But with the preoccupation and moving into a new place, I completely forgot.
I don’t know how many years I swallowed Listerine before I read the the label where it plainly says “do not swallow.”:o
When camping when I approach my tent for some reason I fumble for my keys.
I have tried to change the tv channel lots of times with my cell phone. Used to do it with a cordless phone, a few years ago.
I used to try to make calls on my adding machine…
When working a paper crossword with pen, I think, I better save what I’ve done so far. I don’t want to lose all this work.
I just got an iPad and downloaded some puzzle apps so this confusion will only intensify.
I still don’t understand this deodorant problem. What brand are you talking about? Using your teeth to get the plastic thingie off each time you use it? What are you talking about?
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood at my front door pressing the “unlock” button on my car key and wondering why it wasn’t working.
Many years ago, I had a VW Rabbit with a sunroof. One beautiful spring day, I went to a store somewhere downtown, and rolled down the front side windows and cranked open the sunroof to enjoy the mild sunny day. Arrived there, did a masterful job of parallel parking, then carefully raised the windows again to secure the car. Got out, set the doors to lock, then shut the driver’s door. I took three steps, then paused: where were my car keys? Not in my pockets…oh, *&#$! Peered into the car, and my keys are still dangling from the ignition. After a few awful seconds of leaning against the car wondering what the hell to do (being deaf, calling somebody was not an option), I happened to notice that the sunroof…was still open. By heaving myself up onto the roof and dangling, body half in and half out of the sunroof, I managed to reach down and retrieve the keys. As my feet hit the sidewalk again, I noticed a cop looking at me suspiciously from his patrol car at the opposite curb. With a weak, apologetic smile, I waved the keys at him, and fortunately he didn’t make an issue of it as I re-opened the VW, closed the sunroof, relocked the car (this time completely and with the keys on the outside), and slunk away in shame.
The anti-perspirants I use come in elliptical cylinders. They have an interior elliptical cover over the product, with a plastic tab on top. The consumer removes the interior cover and disposes of it, and covers the product with the plastic cap.
The interior covers may be difficult to remove. I’ve never used my teeth, though. I do remove them temporarily when I’m in the store so I can smell what the stuff smells like. If I ever have trouble removing an interior cover, I’ll use the knob at the bottom of the container to push it off. Just not in the store. 
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Back to gas caps. It is as recently as a couple of years ago that a woman at a gas station said she didn’t know what side her filler port was. I looked at her dash and told her. Then I showed her the little arrow on the fuel gauge. I wonder how many people still don’t know about that?
Wha??? Well that’s news to me.
Every car I’ve ever owned in my fifty years of driving has had the gas cap on the driver’s side. My current car does, too, but my wife’s is on the passenger’s side.
Thanks for the little arrow on the gas gauge, Buick, but I’m still pulling up to the pump wrong.
Called an electrican because two outlets stopped working. He showed us the switch that controls them.