I do this for basically anything I can mouseover. Mostly, it fails.
It also helps to unfasten the seatbelt just before you try to climb out. I got stuck once, and it took a while to figure out why. I just wasn’t going anywhere.
Last night I opened the oven to insert dinner, and found the potatoes I baked for Sunday night’s dinner.
I wondered why the pre-heating oven made the house smell so good!
:smack:
I do that a lot in my car, but I have a great excuse. The shoulder part of the seat belt is automatic, but the lap belt is not. You have to fasten that part yourself. So this happens: I park the car and open the door. The shoulder belt retracts automatically. I turn to get out and end up making a noise like, “Urk!” as the lap belt keeps me from leaving.
Just because a car looks like yours, and is parked near you may have parked that morning does not mean your keys will work for this car. Your first clue should be the number of things inside the car that do not appear to belong to you.
And even when there’s a truck that looks just like my truck in the parking lot, right next to a car that looks just like my husband’s car; it is still possible I drove the other car to work this morning.
In addition to the detergent & water it needs to work properly, you must also remember to take the plastic package off the detergent tab before putting it in there. 
Just last week I had this incredibly good hamburger, one of those things so good you almost faint from the pleasure of it.
And I’m driving home and thinking about how good it was, and I see a licence plate: UWBGRS, and I thought to myself: wow, this guy must REALLY love burgers.
Until I remembered where I was and realized the plate must refer to the University of Wisconsin Badgers, the UW team name. :smack:
I’m taking a class at the Urban Planning school this semester and the professor handed out sheets with group assignments at the beginning of the semester, complete with our programs. I am apparently now in Pubic Policy. SO much more interesting than writing memos and shit.
This one happened just today.
At the restaurant that my family owns, I work as a busgirl/cashier on weekends. An older woman comes up to the register and hands me a credit card. I have to ring up the amount, then close the register and run the card on a different machine. I do this, and she says “Oh, I wish you hadn’t closed the register. I needed change for this five dollar bill.” Always ready to be helpful, I say “It isn’t a problem, ma’am. I can just open it again if I press this button.” I actually pointed to the button as I said this.
It only occured to me later that I probably shouldn’t be telling random people exactly how to open the cash register. :smack: