Lessons learned the hard way

A guy’s height is measured while standing on his wallet. If the total reaches 6 feet, he’s golden.
My lesson-learned is: Don’t go into a southern woman’s kitchen and tell her what she’s doing wrong.

Don’t add lemon juice to your hot beverage in the Styrofoam cup.

When your former manager tells you to get everything the company tells you in writing, get it in writing.

Regards,
Shodan

Don’t set your phone on the toilet tank with the lid up.

Yes, I fished mine out. The touch screen became erratic and I had to buy a new phone.

There is a little safety switch inside a dryer door that doesn’t let the dryer start when the door is open.
It is not just a mechanical switch, there is electricity running through it.
Do not try to start the dryer when pushing it in with your hand.

When I was in the hospital following my car accident, I found out the hard way why they are called “butt bullets” (I say hard way because I didn’t need them and they were administered to me by mistake).

Never buy a used car with a can of Stop-Leak in the glove box.

If you see a broken Oreo cookie on the carpet, don’t use your carpet sweeper to pick it up.

Did you lose anything permanently?

Never, ever trust anyone who says, “You trust me, don’t you?”

The first rule of running a business is keep copies. Keep copies of everything.
When falling downstairs, do not reach for a banister that is not there. Hitting the wall is a good way to pop off your wrist bone.

One thing I’ve learned from this thread is don’t trust Styrofoam cups! :eek:

Always wash your arms with Tecnu soap immediately after weeding the garden even if you didn’t think you touched poison ivy. You did touch poison ivy and you will get a rash that will spread to your legs and itch so much you’ll bruise yourself scratching.

Don’t pull weeds with your bare hands if you don’t know what nettles look like.

If you drop your newly sharpened chef’s knife, you just have to let that shit go.

Don’t pull weeds if you don’t know what poison ivy looks like. :frowning:

I should probably do that over the sink.

I wouldn’t say it’s a requirement, but it certainly improves the odds of success. :wink:

My lesson learned the hard way:
Leave the electronic stability control ON.

You know those single-load laundry detergent pods?

Well, if you get a container full of them where one has broken and gotten goo all over the others, don’t try to rinse the goo off them. Take the container back to the store, or deal with the goo, but when you try to rinse off something (or rather, a bunch of somethings) that’s water-soluble… :eek:

Eh, I wouldn’t treat this as rule. If a woman is thin and has always been thin, it may not occur to her that she needs to prove how thin she is.

Years ago, when I had a online profile up, a guy kept pestering me to share a full-body shot before agreeing to meet in person. The one full shot posted of me was shot from some distance, so I assume his concern was that I had some fat rolls hidden from view. His insistence on getting conclusive evidence was a turn off, which then meant I couldn’t be bothered in indulging his request. His conclusion was probably that I was as big as a house, but nope. Just a little lazy when it comes to reassuring people that I’m as cute as available pictures suggest I am.

Just speaking for myself, I’d put it this way: for a relationship to work over the long haul, a couple needs shared or compatible goals/values/worldview. That’s the sort of similarity that’s needed. You can be different in a lot of ways and still have a great marriage. But not in those ways.

Corollary: don’t let your significant other touch you if he/she has been pulling weeds and doesn’t know what poison ivy looks like.