I was going to drive to school to meet up with my friend Matt who was going to register for classes and I’d agreed to show him around the campus. I sat down in the car and was about to set up my cell phone to be hands-free when Matt called. I answer the phone and we’re chatting, and while we’re talking I start looking through my bag for the phone. I can’t find it and I start thinking “oh crap now I’ve gotta go back in the house and find it and I’m already running late.” It finally occurs to me that I can’t find the phone because I’m currently using the damn thing. :smack: Not one of my finer moments.
Driving around Korea, I decided to sleep in the car one night while in a national park. During the night, I woke up chilly, so I started the engine and heater. Then I went out to drain my bladder. And yes, I left the keys in the ignition. and yes, I locked the door. Which left me:
[ul]
[li]locked out of the car[/li][li]with the engine running[/li][li]on top of a mountain, miles from any help[/li][li]if I did find someone, I spoke very little Korean[/li][li]No-one to call with a spare key anyway[/li][/ul]
I tripped over my cat coming inside a few years ago… and busted open my chin on the brick wall to the right of the back door - right before a big presentation the next day, offsite with every executive in the company present. I oozed blood all day, and eventually had to have major surgery to remove the bone chip from my chin.
I can top this. A little over a month ago, my sweetie was out for a visit. We drove all OVER the place, and I took him up to Napa & Calistoga. We stopped at a little Mexican place for lunch, did the tourist thing, had a blast. Drove back down to the bay area, and stopped for gas when we got to the city. I went to grab for my purse to pay and…it wasn’t there. After much frantic searching of the entire car, calling the entire town of Calistoga, especially the Mexican restaurant we stopped at, my purse was located…at a gas station. In the ladies’ room. sigh…after saying goodbye to my sweetie at the airport, I had to drive ALL THE WAY back up to retrieve my purse. And then drive all the way back down. And, while it’s a really pretty drive, it wasn’t one I wanted to make twice in two days. Especially by myself. :rolleyes:
I didn’t sign up for a plan. I’m already locked into a contract that I despertately want out of, so I wasn’t going to renew it for another two years.
Although, with the money I’ve spent on cell phones since October (Now totalling $590 - about a month and a half’s pay), I think I should have just bitten the bullet and paid the $160 contract cancellation fee the first time I needed a new phone.
Oh well.
Thanks for all the replies. In addition to being highly amusing, they help dull the pain of my own idiocy.
My favorite part about your OP was your blaming AAA.
I don’t blame myself for leaving my phone on top of my car! I don’t even remember putting it there. I blame the boyfriend* for breaking cars as often as I break/lose cell phones, thus forcing me to pick him up in the first place; for not making sure I got the phone before I drove away; for making me call him when I pulled up to the building because he “[didn’t] feel like walking outside yet” when I called to let him know I was a block away, thus making me have the phone in my hand in the first place. I also blame Mike for… I don’t know. Something vague and irrational.
Furthermore, I blame samsung for not…giving me a way to physically attach the phone to myself via some sort of implanted device in my arm, and Radioshack for not giving me a free phone. There should be a “if you’re stupid enough to have a phone fly off your car on the interstate exactly 23 days after buying it, then you obviously have a mental deficiency and you get three free phones a year as a charity case” warranty.
[sub]*Don’t worry, boyfriend knows I blame him for the incident, but he also knows that I am crazy and irrational it’s best to just ignore me at times like these.[/sub]
I work in a grocery store, and one day I was back in the frozen food freezer when I decided that the rumor about touching your tongue to something frozen and having it stick it had, had, to be false. So I touched my tongue to one of the six foot tall carts in the cooler, and, yep, it stuck.
I quickly ran through my list of options:
Pull cart out into hallway and wait for it thaw. Nope, could take too long and permanent damage could occur, or, even worse, someone might come along and witness my inglorious moment.
Call, or “annghh!!”, for help. Nope, that too would mean someone would see me.
Rip tongue off of cart.
I chose option 3 and I left little frozen bits of tongue on the cart to prove it. The guy in seafood started laughing when I told him I was holding a paper towel to my tongue because I had bit it and it wouldn’t stop bleeding. Much more bearable than if had known the truth.
Also, FYI, if your tongue is bleeding do not hold a paper towel to it because it dries the shit out of your tongue and the wounded part hurts like a bitch when you pull it off.
Once after a trip to the zoo, we were walking back to the car and were within feet of it when we realized that we didn’t have the keys. Dang. Off to retrace our steps. No keys. Off to lost and found. No keys. Luckily, we don’t live too far, so the cab ride home was only about $15. We pick up our other car and spare keys and drive back to the first car. It is then that we see the keys dangling in the ignition. Oops.
Awile back I used to ride around with a good friend who worked for the AAA. His
sole mission was to let people into their cars that had locked themselves out. Enough people do this, that it is a full time job. Anyway, one evening we get a call to let a man into his car, and we roll onto the scene. As we get to the car, I make a comment to my friend, that makes him smile. My friend gets out of the car, says hello to the gentleman (who had been “Overserved”) has him sign his name on the pad, gets his number, etc. He then tells the gentleman he’s all set, and can go now. The gentleman thinks for a moment, and says “But You haven’t let me into my car!” Friend smiles at him and tells him…“Your passenger side window
is rolled all the way down…have a nice night, sir”. I have never actually seen a guy do a Homer Simpson “D’OH” before. He was the easiest car we ever got into.
Morale…check ALL the doors, before you make that call.
Once my mother borrowed my car. When she went to start it after going wherever she was going, it wouldn’t start. So she called AAA.
The guy showed up, put the car in park, and started it.
She’d been driving a stick for years, and had forgotten about putting it in park. Oops.
I once locked my keys in my car at 5 AM in Pasadena, but it’s not even half as good a story as it sounds. I was totally embarassed calling AAA for help with that, though.
I did that in grad school, once - in an automatic car. I was supposed to be taking some visiting grad-students-to-be to a party at a house of another grad student, and my car wouldn’t start. It was only a few blocks away, so we just walked. Fortunately I figured out the problem the next day, without having to call AAA and without any witnesses to my stupidity around.
The guy I’d hired to do some work on the pool was leaning over the deep end when his cell phone slid out of his shirt pocket and sunk 12 feet to the bottom. His comment: “Damn. That’s the third time this month.”
Ah yes, I’ve locked my keys in the car with the ignition running, too. See, it was cold and there was that sheet of ice on my window. So I turn the car on to let the defroster start doing its thing while I take the ice scraper and clamber out to scrape the window…
Of course, I shut the door…
And because I’ve live in an urban area, I always lock my doors.
Horses are expensive to take care of. A mare I had hoped was going to be sold was now going to be staying around for a while, and adding another mouth to feed. And since we had no idea that she was pregnant, or when she might be due, she spent the month prior to the birth at the vets, and that cost us over $1200.
I know people associate horses with being expensive, but it’s the upkeep that gets ya. A “free” horse can cost thousands of dollars a year just to keep, and that’s if nothing goes wrong. And usually, something goes wrong.
I don’t know if it has any bearing on these stories, but I’m 17…
I was at the boyfriend-now-fiance’s, whose family had just had a party the previous night. They never have sodas there except for other people when they have a party so the soda and beer is still out in a cooler in the backyard.
I wanted a soda so I went out, and saw a bunch of Pepsis on one side of the cooler, reached down, grabbed one in the middle, took it back in the kitchen, opened it and took a swig, and promptly spat it all over the floor. At first I thought it was just flat Pepsi and then I realized it was beer–I hate the taste of beer and I don’t drink.
The boyfriend came to my rescue and dumped the Keystone Light down the drain. I realized that looking down at the top of the can, they both look rather the same, and it was just sheer stupidity that led me to not realize I’d grabbed a beer, not a Pepsi.
OH. And the time I pulled a Jessica Simpson and insisted the Chicken of the Sea can was actually chicken. sighs There’s an actual explanation for it, though. All I could see of the label at the time was ‘chicken’ and didn’t recognize it was a Chicken OF THE SEA can. “That’s not tuna,” I told my mom, “that’s chicken!”
The one and only time I tried to bake a cake. It’s kinda hard to screw up a recipe for something that comes out of a box, right? I managed.
Followed all the directions up to the point where it said to pour the mix equally into two greased cake pans. I looked at it and thought, “Hell, there’s not enough mix for two pans. Why dirty up an extra one?” And yep, I poured it all into one pan and shoved it in the oven.
About 10 minutes later, I decorated the cake with a huge mound of fire extinguisher foam. It took me the rest of the weekend to clean out the oven and several weeks for the smell to vacate the premises. My wife (at the time) gladly added this to her list of things for me NOT to do ever again in the future upon pain of death I swear to god if you do I’ll kill you!
I think women start those lists at about age 5 and just keep adding to them…
