Seeing as I’ve blocked from my mind all memories of my own stupidities (of which I’m sure there are plenty), I’ll share one from a friend.
V was sitting at her desk and out of habit grabbed her eye drops and squirted them in her eye. Unfortunately, the bottle she really grabbed was super glue. Her eye was immediately glued shut andit formed a rough surface across her eyeball. She was rushed to the ER where a doc worked for hours picking glue out of her eyelashes. When he finally got her eyelids separated, he opened her eye and peeled the remaining glue off of the eyeball. :eek: Luckily, she was fine. Her eyesight is fine. She was missing most of her eyelashes for a while though.
When I was in high school, me and my best friend used to have macho contests. The one that I invented was to fill a bathtub with water, soak our left arm in rubbing alcohol, and set them on fire at the same time. The first one to dunk it in the bathtub lost the contest. We both tried to hold out so long that we got pretty bad burns and no hair left on our arms. Inevitably, the loser would demand a rematch.
I too once looked at a laser pointer. I figured if I shined it at a shiny peice of metal some distance away and looked at the reflection, it wouldn’t be that bad. All I can say is “Ow”.
Generally though, I’ve been pretty good at avoiding doing stupid things.
My brain goes into cruise mode a lot, so I’m sure I’ve done lots of dumb things I can’t remember… anyway, here are 2 of the light dumb type I do remember.
#1 - I was in the habbit of parking the car in front of my garage as the whole procedure of putting it inside (manual door) is a PITS. There is a small error margin as to where the car can be so it isn’t in front of my neighbour’s garage, so it’s not uncommon that I have to adjust it a bit after parking. So this particular evening I park my car in front of my garage, check to see if it’s correctly parked - it is - and locked the doors with my remote a la cowboy while I was walking away (without looking). Much later, at about 2 AM, what seemed to be the intire police force of the city rang at my apartment and asked me to come down. My car door was standing right where I left it with the driver’s door <B>WIDE</B> open. And I can’t stress the wide enough… it was blocking the sidewalk. Realizing it was my fault :smack:, I apologised to the about 30 officers present (I had never seen so many police cars… I guess they though the car was stolen and were ready to chase the muggers. Or maybe It was their coffee-break). My parents never let me forget this.
#2 - The local night bar has some round tables with a hole in the center. Being the not-very-observer type, I had never noticed them, untill one night I finally discovered them and was fascinated by the fact that they ‘come off’. So now I have this long metal cilinder in my hands and I’m having fun with it, and the inevitable momment of flipping it upside down came… along with all sorts of liquids and ashes and papers and whatever trash people make at a bar, all straight to my good friend Vania :smack:. It felt like I had just bazooked her… but then, I guess she felt a bit worse, immersed in stinky liquid trash from the waist down. It’s a miracle she is still talking to me.
And DRM, your reasoning is too logical to miss. I’m sure lots of peoplo would do the same, given the chance.
Here’s mine…
Several years ago during the winter I went out on a particularily cold day to start my car and let it run for a while as it was old and I was worried about the cold causing me problems.
I went out, started it up, and then went back inside to ‘lay down on the bed just for a minute or two’.
When I woke up several hours later, the car had run out of gas, stalled out, and then drained the battery. :smack: It wasn’t going ANYWHERE.
I walked up on my brother spraying Lysol into a small plastic themos and lighting it with one of those long matches you use for lighting candles and whatnot.
POOF! a flame would shoot ten feet up. And, me being 18 and him being 13 I would be the mature one and step up and say…let me try!
So he sprays more of that flammable stuff in the thermos and I reach in my pocket for my lighter, lean over (I bet you already know what happens),and light…
POOF! ten foot flame in the face! I set my hair on fire, burned all (and I mean all) my facial hair off. no major burns 1st degree maybe. :eek:
So thats what the long matchs were for… :smack:
Years ago when I was teen, my then best friend and I were riding our bikes to see a movie.
Although I had a dollar or two, I mostly had coins that I was going to pay with, and I kept them in my shirt pocket.
As we were going to the movies, my best friend would, without warning, keep darting across the street at some of the cross walks before the cars waiting at a red light got the green light, thus, I’d have to wait a while before I could cross the street and join him.
This got annoying after a while, and finally, the last time he did it, I darted too. The light for the cars perpendicular to me, turned green, and I was heading for this guy on a motorcycle. I tried the front break, no good, I was still going to fast. I tried the back break. Again, didn’t slow me down very much (I was too panicked to try both breaks at the same time :smack: ). So I ran into the guy on the motorcycle as he was turning the corner. I hit him in the side of his bike. Of course, he was perfectly fine, but crashed into him, fell down in the middle of the cross walk, saw my change scatter across the street, and spent a minute or two going “My money, my money!” as I tried to pick up all of the coins.
After I got all of them that I saw, I got back up, and walked my bike to the sidewalk. The guy on the motorcycle came back to make sure I was OK, which I was. Then I tried to get back on my bike, but found it hard to ride. I switched gears (It was a 5 speed I believe) but nothing. I then got off and looked at the front tire. The only way I can describe it is, think of a warped record.
Oh, I also lost some of my change, and we had to skip the movie.
When I was very young, and would spend Sunday mornings with my grandmother, I would keep going to put the milk back in the cubbard and cerial in the fridge. I did this for several Sundays. :smack:
My brother used to put the tv remote in the fridge.
For a split second my logic matched drm when I thought about putting my coffee in the fridge to keep it warm.
