Another car one. Me and a friend were at a concert in NYC one night. We decided to leave early and go back to the car. When we got there we remembered the keys were with someone else. Damn. Decided to try and break into it instead of trying to find the key master. About an hour later we managed to pry the passengers side window open enough to reach the lock with the antenna we pulled off of the car. We were in! I jumped in the passenger side and my friend went around to the driver side door, opened it and got in. Soon as she shut her door we looked at eachother and died laughing. Drivers side was open the whole time!
On Christmas Eve I had just finished cleaning my whole basement spotless and was putting a load of laundry in the washer, when I decided to clean the kitchen sink. I turned on the water and put the plug in, but since the washer was on, the water pressure was low. I then decided to take my laundry to my room, and come back. On the way back, I noticed the SDMB on my computer screen, and I started to read a few threads. Fifteen minutes later I thought to myself, “hmm, the washing machine’s been filling up for some time now……… OH, Son of a…!!!”
I was ankle deep in water from the bathroom, to the kitchen!! Not only was the water running for fifteen minutes, but the pressure came back after about thirty seconds, and man is there a lot of pressure!! Somehow my bedroom was spared, but it took me 2 hours to clean up that much water. At one point I just grabbed pretty much all my clothes and threw them in my new indoor lake, so it would absorb some of it. I was late for work, but it didn’t matter. I must’ve invented 34 new and creative swears that day.
I told everyone that the wash cloth fell off the tap and plugged it, but that’s just not true.
Our mistake was stupid and costly. Our air conditioner just stopped working one summer day, so we went to get a new one. Forked over the $400+ for the new window unit, installed it, put the old one on the curb (where it was picked up right away by someone). Go to turn on the new AC, nothing happens. The light bulb goes off immediately…did we check the BREAKER??? No, of course not! Someone got a nice surprise, a perfectly good 12,000 BTU AC. D’OH!!
I spent an entire morning getting really mad at my boyfriend because he’s taken the spare set of keys. I knew he had taken them because my keys were in my coat pocket and the spare set was nowhere to be found. I tore the house and the car I could get into apart looking for them. I checked and rechecked the ring of keys in my pocket to make sure they hadn’t suddenly morphed in to the keys I was looking for. Eventually I had to go to the bathroom. The spare keys were in my pants pocket, directly under my coat pocket. I think the neighbors heard me cussing. Good thing I found them before the boyfriend got home.
Maybe I wasn’t clear – my car was (and remains, though it’s now a different car)an automatic. Hers wasn’t. So she forgot the difference when she was using mine.
I’m sure she’ll be relieved to hear she’s not alone, however!
I also have a self-mutilation story. While grinding up soaked dried peppers for mole sauce, I put my left hand in the blender to push down a bit of pepper that was sticking out. My left middle finger is slightly shorter than my right.
I feel a teeny bit better about myself.
The only way it could – a chunk of concrete through a rear window, and a windy drive home. Luckily window repair is cheap in Korea – something like $50.
Well, I’ve got a couple of them, one involving hubby, one involving me.
I have a key story about hubby, since they seem popular in this thread. About 4 and 1/5 years ago, hubby and I brought a happy, healthy new baby girl home from the hospital (don’t worry, she was ours), and hubby proceeds to set up her bassinet. It’s one of those little jobbers that has fold-down legs and is meant to sit on the floor. But we didn’t like that, so we put it on the changing table (properly secured, of course). That was on New Year’s Eve, and he had like, the next week off from work. Time to go back to work, and he needs his work keys. Can’t find them. He has duplicate car key, house key, etc., but was forbidden to duplicate his office key. So he goes into work, spills to his manager that his keys are lost, endures a loooooong lecture about carelessness, gets new office keys. Meanwhile, he tears the house apart. Those damn keys have got to be here somewhere! Months pass, and baby gets too big for her bassinet, moves into a crib. About a week after the move into her crib, I’m taking the bassinet down, and there are his keys, on the changing table, under the bassinet!
Now mine: I was about 16, home alone, got the munchies. Aaaaahhhh, a bag of half-stale marshmallows. If only I had a nice open flame on which to toast them. Never mind, we have a gas stove. Toast them over a gas flame, on the end of a fork. The first three or four were great! But then there came the one where I put the white-hot fork in my mouth and actually closed my mouth around the tines! You haven’t lived until you’ve heard the sound of your own lips sizzling!