Sounds like he took that way too personally…
I got in a shopping cart to roll down a hill one time.
Bad idea. WAY too much speed > instability > tipping over > wipeout on the asphalt.
I’m another one with the “getting married” thing. Ah, well.
Working for someone I’d considered at least kind of a friend–a guy who assumed that, because we were friends, he could simply not pay me on time (or at all, for some of what I did, even though I was asking a discounted rate.) I might still get him to cough up, but I’m not betting on it. Bad idea, but lesson learned.
Every single time I procrastinated from doing something I found intimidating. Every time, I’d think it was a good idea. And every time, it never was. You’d think I would have learned sooner.
You had dorm rooms in high school?
I learned the hard way never to loan money to a friend in trouble. Took two lessons actually.
Yeah, what??
Oops, meant to say college. not high school
Never heard of a private high school (prep school) before? Many of those are also boarding schools with private dorms.
*I see the original poster has corrected it to be “college”, but still - I worked at a private boarding school and this could just as easily have happened there.
No matter how fit, no matter how skilled, no matter how gifted, you are never as good a skier as you were 25 years ago. And the trees in the glades are that much harder. Ugh.
There had been road work going on all summer on a street I used to get to work. One night driving home really late and tired, I saw a new sign that said “railroad crossing out” next to one that said “Local traffic only” and somehow in my head decided that since I was local, albeit past the train tracks, that didn’t mean me. Got to the crossing and the right lane was blocked with a big “road closed” sign, while the left had the regular ol “detour” sign with a big arrow. I interpreted the arrow to mean “detour around the sign this way, you important and unique person” and did just that.
And drove right off the road where they’d removed the pavement all around the tracks, ending up sitting on the frame of the car with the tires spinning in free air. Years before cell phones were common, I wound up jogging 2 miles down a dark deserted road in the rain to get to the nearest pay phone. Called my parents for help and just as I was explaining the situation she interrupts to ask “So your car is on the crossing? What if a train comes through?” we both heard the far off warning whistle of an approaching train. Hurriedly called 911, but of course there’s no way they have the right contact information for train schedules and different dispatchers magically available. Luckily, I had for some reason turned on my emergency blinkers and the train driver saw them and stopped in time to avoid any possible wreck.
Amazingly, the cops didn’t give me a breathalyzer or anything, although I did get an obstruction ticket that was basically a “driving while stupid” fine.
I can top all of you. I married an attorney.
Yeah but I’ve always heard them referred to as boarding schools; not high schools.
Took investment advice from a good friend. He said the liquor franchise in Iraq was a good deal, a sure thing, and we could corner the market if we asked fast.
My niece went to one, but she called it high school. She may have lived there, but it was still just a private high school.
Queen Tonya,
Sounds like something I would do. Years ago working in a coffee shop, I went to fill a glass of water for customer that had just been seated. Hard to explain but the water spicket had a inverted v shaped plastic thing that you had to push the glass against. Apparently Even though I wasn’t rough about it, the spicket broke, thus causing a sudden powerful spray of water upwards. Spray is not a strong enough word. It was the restaurant version of a fire hydrant breaking. The water was shooting up towards t he ceiling with such force, it looked like it was raining. The really cool part was the dining area was adjacent to the kitchen, there was an open arch doorway. Since it was a Saturday night, the dining room was full of customers, who quickly noticed the
fire hydrant like burst of water. I still remember one young woman excitedly pronounced “look! Its raining in the kitchen!”:smack:
They had free entertainment. A busboy quickly ran over, asking me in amazement what happened. I was somewhat at a loss for words, to describe how I had managed this spectacle.
Also embarrassed, because a couple months before I had accidentally broke the lid to the toilet in the employee restroom, when the handle of my purse looped around the edge of the lid and when I picked up my purse to leave, the whole lid crashed onto the floor.:smack:
These weren’t things I planned, so they don’t fall in the category of this thread. The third and last act I did there came a few months later. It wasn’t a big deal but it made a coworker of mine very thankful to me. I accidentally spilled a glass of water onto a mans lap. The coworker told me thank you later, as he explained the guy was a real ass. He asked me how I knew who a good person to spill water on was, mind you I had no idea who this man was. The waiter was so grateful to me for it 
Heh. I was in that same position kinda a few years ago. I met a girl three months before my enlistment was up. But I went for it anyway and it’s worked out. In fact, we just brought our daughter home from the hospital.
Mine was when I went down the stairs in a laundry basket when I was younger for the third time. What makes the entire thing idiotic was that it ended poorly the first two times. But I thought because I wrapped a cord around my waist (
) then the basket wouldn’t flip over and cause me to bust my head on the door.
The good news is I got to miss school for a couple of days. My mom kept me home because it looked she beat me.
Congratulations!!!
Touched an electric fence. Well, technically it wasn’t a fence-fence, just a little wire to keep the ground hogs out of my grandfather’s garden. But it hurt like fucking hell.
Messaged a waiter on facebook.
Got married.
Had kids.
Moved to Minnesota.
Moved back home to California without finding work here first.