I a similar vein, I used to have an office with a window AC. One day, it just wouldn’t put out any cold air, even if I put it on Max AC. Frustrated, I had the department secretary call maintenance. The maintenance guys showed up, turned the thermostat knob from hot to cold, and left. :smack:
Oh Lord. Once my husband and I were driving home from Las Vegas on a hot day and wondering why the A/C in the car seemed so…ineffective. We drove like 50 miles before we realised the temp control was turned to “hot” because it had been chilly the night before.
This should be in the “Sit-com-y things to happen to you thread” lol.
*I also HATE the word “panties.” It makes me think of an obscene phone caller panting at you. ::shudder::
I was at my aunt’s house. Uncle just bought a doormat which said “USEME”.
I wondered for an hour what the meaning of"USEME" and almost concluded that it was the brand name of the product.
Later I realised that they printed USE ME without any gap.
It happened with noone around to be entertained by my idiocy – indeed, if there had been anybody around, it wouldn’t have happened at all – but to this day, it serves as a reminder to myself that sometimes, my brain just doesn’t manage to open up the right circuits.
So I was alone at my parent’s house, listening to music, waiting for a couple of friends to come over. I worried whether I would hear the doorbell over the music.
So naturally, I thought I’d better check.
I went up the stairs, opened the front door, raised my finger, paused… And thought maybe I should just turn down the music.
In 4th grade we were having a discussion about healthy/unhealthy food choices. The teacher brought up that she loved making french fries, but that the grease they are cooked in makes them unhealthy. I raised my hand to tell the class that my parents boil them in water. My teacher asked if the fries come out all soggy, and I was thoroughly confused. Later when I got home, my mom explained that yes, they do use oil to cook them. It always looked like boiling water to me!
I have also been known to stop at flashing red lights late at night and wait for them to turn green.
In 2007 I was on a cruise with my husband trying to decide whether or not to purchase a necklace they were selling at the boat gift shop in Athens. It was sort of this gimmicky stone pillar design that you could have engraved. I was trying to figure out what to engrave it with, because I thought to do it with my name would be lame.
We were in the bedroom getting dressed for the day.
The conversation was fairly involved, because for some reason this seemed very important.
Finally he said, ‘‘What about the name of a Greek goddess?’’
‘‘Hmm,’’ I said. ‘’‘That could work. But who?’’
‘‘Well, Athena is the goddess of wisdom.’’
‘‘That fits my personality,’’ I agreed. Then, after a meaningful and thoughtful pause. ‘‘I do value wisdom!’’
It was then that I looked down and saw that I had put on my pants inside-out.
I don’t think we’ve ever laughed so hard. I fell on the floor.
I spent a summer driving my mom’s stick-shift VW. When fall came around and I was back in my old Ford Tempo, I discovered that something was seriously wrong – the car was jerking forward a bit at a time instead of driving smoothly.
That’s when I realized I was hitting the accelerator with my left foot and the brake with my right. facepalm
When I moved back to Ontario I borrowed my dad’s truck to pick up some new furniture. I had been driving a standard for the last 4 years and his truck had a huge brake pedal. I was doing okay until I relaxed a bit and decided it was time to shift into oh probably 4th. Came to a dead stop in the middle of the Steeles/Woodbine intersection. Luckily there was no one behind me at the time. Lots of odd looks though :eek:
Just remembered another one.
I was parking in the city and somehow wound up using a valet parking structure, which is something I’d never seen before, but anyway. At the end of the day I came back, gave the valet guy my ticket and he said, ‘‘That’s your car over there?’’
My car was clearly visible parked in the back row, and another row of cars was parked in front of it. ‘‘Yeah, it’s the blue one,’’ I said.
I watched as the valet walked toward my car, but then he stopped right at the white car directly in front of mine and opened the driver’s side door.
‘‘Sorry, not that one!’’ I called out. ‘‘It’s the blue one.’’
It was then that I realized he was moving the car that was blocking mine in order to get mine out. It might not come over as clearly in text, but it was very obvious that my car was parked in and there was no way it could be moved without moving the white car.
‘‘Long day,’’ I explained when he grinned at me.
But yeah. Not my brightest moment.
You were driving with your legs crossed?
Replace “clutch” with “accelerator” and it makes sense.
Oh no, that doesn’t make sense either. Color me 
too.
oh …i have too many times to tell …
some of these stories are funny …
Oh…er…which pedal is on the right?
Point is, I was using one foot on the accelerator and the other foot on the brake, instead of using one foot for both. 