I used to share rent in a two-story house with three other guys.
One night, just before going to bed, one of the guys dumped his ashtray into a paper grocery bag that he kept by his favorite chair and which was full of his voluminous junk-mail. He apparently hadn’t quite put out his last smoke.
It must have smoldered for quite a while because we were all awakened by the upstairs hallway smoke alarm (thank Og for those annoying little gadgets). The downstairs ones must have been going off for a while, but we couldn’t hear them. By the time we got down there, the easy chair and the lamp table were involved in the conflagration.
I got the least panicky roommate to call 911 and shooed the other idiots outside and grabbed the nearest fire extinguisher and used up the whole thing on the fire. Then I went around the house opening windows to let the smoke out.
Walking (or, more likely, running) by the area of the fire, I saw that it had begun to spring back to life. I ran to the kitchen and got another extinguisher and in the few moments I was gone it had really grown. I emptied it on the fire. It seemed dead this time.
I went upstairs to open more windows and when I came back down the fire was once more roaring cheerfully along. I tore out to the garage and got a third extinguisher and used it all up.
I went outside to see if everyone was OK and make sure the FD was on the way. Back inside I saw that again the Freddy Krueger of fires just would not die. I ran upstairs to grab the last extinguisher in the house and ran back down. As I approached the fire a Fireman stopped me. He didn’t say a word–just put his hand on the extinguisher and gently pushed it down.
He then walked blithely right by the fire and out the back door. A moment later he came back in with MY garden hose in his hand and killed the monster dead in a second flat.
I did this :smack:
The moral is: Don’t panic! Think!
These are funny! The last dumb thing I did was walk into the garage, with my eyes on what Mr. Hellpaso was doing over by the garage door. In my nosiness, I forgot about the 6 inch or so car stop. I went hurtling through the air and onto the concrete floor. The best part was the look of horror on his face as I fell–he yelled “are you ok, are you ok!”–before I even hit the ground.
Today, I was listening to my ipod while studying at the cafeteria. The ipod was in my pocket, and as I turned to look at something, the sound suddenly cut out. I take it out to examine, checking the hold, turning it off and on, pulling out the headphones and such. Still no sound. The ipod appears to be playing, but it’s just not getting through. I even plugged in my headphones to my computer to see if they were the problem - nope, they worked fine.
5 hours later, I’m going to my car, bringing along the broken ipod to see if maybe, just maybe it will work. I find that it does, but only after I’ve TURNED ITS VOLUME UP
Running errands after work, I found a message from my sweetie who was also out running errands. I called back and left him a message, trying to coordinate our efforts.
Walking into the grocery store I was so surprised to hear them playing midi music. I even recognized the song and starting humming along. Halfway down the aisle, it suddenly stopped, took another few seconds for me to realize it was my guy calling my phone in my pocket.
I then called my sweetie back to tell him how dumb I am, he was laughing so hard at the story he locked his keys in his car and had to ask me to come rescue him.
We’re getting married in October, who else would have us?
I went into the kitchen last night to feed the cats and give a treat to the dog before bed. Next thing you know, the dog was plowing joyfully through a full meal, while I stood there amazed that she had pulled the Jedi mind trick on me.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who has problems with common words. I was worried that I was going senile - at age 30!
A couple weeks ago, I was folding laundry and my husband came in to talk to me. I wanted to ask if he would help so I said, “Would you mind folding that… um… that thing” and had to point at the pillowcase.
Whenever something like that happens, I always know the first letter of the word I’m trying to think of so I end up stuttering (which I’ve never done before the last year or so) as I try to sound out the word, knowing only the first letter and having a complete block on the rest of the word.
