So Yeah, I'm Retarded.

How about this…

As part of my job, I am required to go once a month to the Federal courthouse and sit through meetings that can last about 5 hours.

Not long after they had built a new Courthouse, I was attending these meetings. By the end, my eyeballs were floating, so I gave my boss a nod, and almost ran to the nearest restroom. I ran in, found a stall, and sat. The relief was wonderful…

I’m sitting, going, when I hear the door open. Then a cough - “That’s weird, that sounds like my boss” Suddenly, I realize - I’m in the men’s room!!!

I sat in the stall, listening to my boss go, wash his hands, clear his throat, etc., all the time praying no one else came in. Thankfully, no one else did.

I did skip washing my hands that time…

Now, if Wrigley Field is anything like the other sports venues I’ve gone to, how on earth did you make this mistake? The guys’ washroom is the one with the huge line coming out of it; the women’s is the one you can walk right in to.

In the interest of full disclosure, I didn’t yak. I just wasn’t really hungry.
I appreciate the well wishes, though.

In the building that housed my old lab there were three unisex single-occupancy restrooms per floor, in a line. The locks didn’t always work so good.

In a rush one fateful day, I barged into one without knocking and found myself in the presence of Distinguished Elderly Nobel-Prize-Winning Professor in a state of undress (I’m female, he wasn’t). :eek: Hasty retreat. Shortly thereafter they replaced the locks. :slight_smile:

JRB

Nice!

There’s a bar here that put a MENS sign on the inside of the ladies restroom door.

Throws ya a bit as you’re leaving. “Wait…what the flying…”

Guaranteed to make almost everyone feel mentally challenged for a split second.

About once a month I pick up my cell phone to place a call, and listen–for like two or three freakin’ seconds!–for the dial tone.

I once told someone from California that I had only been “as far east as Wyoming.”

There’s really no coming back from that. You can say, “Oh, crap, I meant west!” but the damage is done.

You’re a moron.

Welcome to the club, Audrey.

hands you a dunce cap
I knight thee “Corky”, retard priestess.

There’s a bar in my town that has unisex bathrooms. Only, they don’t *tell *you that they are unisex, and there are male/female signs on the doors. The regulars, however, know that they are unisex. The whole arrangement is set up like this for the sole purpose of letting you enjoy the look on the faces of people who don’t know the deal when they’re waiting in line and someone of the wrong sex walks out the door.

OK, I’ve read this over three times and I still don’t understand what’s going on. How is a bathroom unisex if they put a male or a female sign on it? Does this basically mean that the bar used to have two men’s washrooms, but they stuck a female sign on one, so it’s now a ladies’ room despite having urinals, but the bar staff allow men to go in there too? <pause…> Or do I deserve to have a dunce cap too?

I didn’t get it either, but I figured I didn’t need to dig myself any deeper.

I was at the gym and my wife was in the pool doing water aerobics. I finished my work out and walked into the pool to see when she would be done. The locker rooms both open poolside so I turned around after speaking to her and confidently strode into the locker room. I thought this is odd, it looks a little different. Then I saw the woman. “Oh shit.” So I turn around as fast as I can and walk back out poolside. The 20 or so women in the water aerobics class as well as the instructor were all cracking up at me.

Honestly I didn’t want to go back to the gym for a couple weeks.

It means that if some upset and offended guest runs to the bartender and screams “THERE WAS A MAN IN THE LADIES ROOM!”, instead of throwing said offender out, the bartender will simply reply “meh, the bathrooms are unisex.” There are two bathrooms, none of them actually have urinals, there’s just a regular loo in each. Regular guest will casually use either one depending on which one is available. The signs are to confuse out-of-towners.

Get it now? Great.

The womens restrooms also usually have a metal box on the wall of the stalls, for the disposal of feminine hygiene products.

Well, neither of them has one of those. You’ll just have to dispose of your hygiene products elsewhere, sorry.

There’s a padlock here at work that I regulary try to unlock by pointing my (car) key fob at it and clicking the button.

We used to use an electronic key thing which opened doors at work if you held it near a sensor.

Many times I’d get home from work, get my keys out, and hold the elctronic thing near the keyhole of my front door.

We are still accepting applications:

As for myself, I left my backpack in the entryway of my apartment building. I totally forgot about it until the pizza guy said “hey there’s a backpack just lying there.” “oh… really? Hey, this is my backpack!” hahaha :smack:

I forgot I signed up in that thread, I 'm a fucking retarded moron sometimes.

In the same vein, I got used to the faucets and paper towel dispensers at work that were all sensor-operated, and I get confused when I am at home or at school waving my hand around under a faucet and no water comes out… :smack:

Never mind I quit working at that place a year and a half ago.

Oops , we’ve drawn ire.