I must admit, I am rather curious about the story behind this one.
There are few services more true to “you get whay you pay for” than quick oil change jobs. It’s actually on my list of never again, and I had them top mid-job and left the one time I went. Crappy oil, sloppy work, dishonest vendors - bad job all around.
Automatic automatic, or those fancy new paddleshifted dual clutch jobs everyone’s grousing about? Because we’re rapidly approaching a time when a clutch pedal will be impossible to find on something new.
- Never use a quick oil change place
- Never pay for storage - if I have no place to keep it, don’t get it!
- Never again be without a motorcycle.
Thought of a few more…
Go camping. Did it twice in my life, hated it both times. I honestly don’t see the attraction. Always dirty, always work to do. This is vacation?
Go tubing. Did it once, a few years ago. Maybe I was doing it wrong (is that possible?) but it was entirely unpleasant. Constant jolting/jarring of the body ain’t my idea of a thrill.
Work a job that requires the wearing of a tie. Did it for ten years back in the day, never did get used to walking around with a noose 'round my neck.
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Because I don’t have any interest in sex or intimacy, but would kill* to have a cat or two.
*figuratively
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Thought of a few more…
Go camping. Did it twice in my life, hated it both times. I honestly don’t see the attraction. Always dirty, always work to do. This is vacation?
Go tubing. Did it once, a few years ago. Maybe I was doing it wrong (is that possible?) but it was entirely unpleasant. Constant jolting/jarring of the body ain’t my idea of a thrill.
I LOVE tubing. It’s my favorite summer thing to do. You must not have tubed Current River in the Missouri Ozarks.
But I’m with you on the camping.
- Remarry my first husband.
- Drop acid.
- Ride a horse. Last time required a trip to the emergency room.
Ride my skateboard, which I’ve had since I was a teenager over 30 years ago 
Ride my unicycle, which I have put off selling more times than I can count.
See my wife in a belly shirt - She rocks a belly shirt, but she’s over it. Sigh.
Tammy
Renee
Maria
Tracy
Jean Michael
Post your list of things you will never again do…
A list of supposedly fun things?
Hold on,now.
What’s wrong with Tracy?
She was a witch.
She was some of the most fun I ever had, and not just the amazing sex, it was awesome to be with her sometimes. But she was a freak. All the fun you could ever imagine, and then BAM! you wonder if she might really try to kill you.
Do a car repair more complex than changing a battery or a lightbulb or some fluids. I learned this after changing an alternator and screwing that up led to a new radiator, then some hoses, clamps, then some other damned thing. All fixed in the rain in a parking lot in 40F weather, minus many trips to auto parts stores when the next freaking thing came up, over and over. If I can pay an expert to do this stuff, I will, and I now own better vehicles and I make a lot more money, enough that I won’t willingly go through figuring out how I screwed up my car by fixing it.
Crawl in a crawlspace. At least not mine, I damn near killed myself getting out the too-small hatch, but I wasn’t going to stay stuck under a house after I had to talk myself down from claustrophia multiple times while I was down there. Never. Again.
Buy a house on a well and septic.
Marry. I’m married now, almost 25 years, and love her very much and hope it lasts forever. If it doesn’t, I can’t see trying again, ever.
Have kids. Got one, he’s 14 and definitely a keeper, but I’m too old for a baby again. Grandkids, now…
Vote for Obama, twice. 
Try haggis.
Get divorced. This man is going to have to kill me because I’m not doing it again.
Have another baby. Just no.
Go to college: don’t have the patience or brain cells or time
Move to another house: again, going to have to drag my dead body out
Sit through Oklahoma!
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Accept a ride/favor from a stranger (too many freaks out there who want to harm you)
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Drive after having more than 2 beers/glasses of wine (I was young and stupid once)
If ever single again, sleep with a married woman. I naively thought that the commitment was hers to uphold or not, so what the hell. But, oh goodness, did that get complicated quickly.
Walk the Inca trail to Machu Picchu, once is enough for any life time, I think.
Take an all third class train in Indonesia.
Utter the words: “Sure, I’ll have another drink, I don’t think I could feel any worse!” (Hint:You WILL feel worse!)
Shamelessly flirt with a hot young man.
Eat liver, have not since I left my parents home, and won’t!
Camping is a good one - I will not willingly sleep in such discomfort as camping. Hotel rooms all the way, baby! (I could stretch that to include a cabin; no tents, though.)
Yes, unfortunately, I did knowingly eat it. {Shamefaced smiley} The outside of the burger I cooked looked like the uncooked inside, and I thought the hamburger was more done than it was. I should have just thrown it back in the frying pan, but I thought it was close enough to done. It wasn’t. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that any burgers I buy in a restaurant in the future are well-cooked.
I probably won’t hike across the Grand Canyon again, but I wouldn’t rule it out entirely. The memory of the pain has faded considerably.
Hike down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon(and up, again, of course) UP,UP,UP,UP,UP,…
Dumb,dumb,dumb thing to do…
I was 22 , in good shape, but my legs hurt for the next two days. Worth doing once, and only once, just to say I did it.
But the dumb part is: unlike mountain climbing…the view never gets any better! What’s the point? After all that sweating, you haven’t seen anything spectactular or inspiring.
(on edit: oops–I see somebody beat me by 9 minutes.)