Eggs come in bags too! Share your 'ooops' stories.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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This one time at BASIC I had KP duty. One of the kitchen people told me to go check on the orange juice dispenser. I don’t know a thing about orange juice dispensers, but I figured out how to open it. Inside I found a huge bag with just what little remained of the OJ. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that I needed to go in the huge walkin fridge and find one of these OJ bags to replace the empty one. I looked all over and finally found a bag sitting on a box in the back.
It was the same kind of bag and filled with orange colored juice. Eureka!
I forced the spout and bag to fit into the dispenser with much difficulty. It was not at all suprising that I couldn’t make it fit. Afterall, I knew nothing of oj dispensers. But anyway, with a little banging and shoving, I got the bag and spout to fit and it even dispensed properly. I was so proud of myself.
By now a little line had developed since I was taking so long and people were craving their oj. Breakfast is right after physical training, so everyone was hot, sweaty and thirsty as hell!
I joyfully poured a Frothy cup of orange juice to the first guy in line. He downed about half of his juice before growing a strange look on his face. “This juice tastes a little funny…” He gave a shrug and was just about to gulp down the rest when the second guy in line groaned!
“Ewwarggh, it’s f#cking egg!!”
Apparantly, eggs come in bags too…

Just retold this story a second ago. I thought I’d share it.

Share you OOOOPS stories…

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I was a HS Sophmore, & we were just moving into our house in Chattanooga.

Dad told me to “get a rag, some lemon oil, & dust the dining room table”.

OK.

I open a box, find a cloth, put on the oil, & start polishing.

Dad comes up, & asks why I am an idiot. There were buttons still on the rag. He starts ripping off the buttons, & calling me a damn fool.

Then my sister comes up, screams, & says: “That’s not a rag! That’s my favorite blouse!” :eek: :slight_smile:

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While waiting to present my case in a small claims court, I felt some pressure down below and tried to let some off. Big mistake. I felt a bit of a squirt too. Court was running behind schedule and those not ready to go when their case was called were passed over. My case was called about 5 minutes later and I got lucky, the defendant did not show. I presented a brief synopsis of my case and was granted a default judgement. When I finally made it to a rest room my shorts were toast but nothing leaked through. I left the shorts behind and went commando the rest of the day. I feel sorry for the janitor that found my shorts wadded up behind the toilet.