I get a kick out of watching it turn from 9:59:59 to 10:00:00. Also, any time all the digits are the same. If it’s 4:44, I’ll sit and watch the seconds tick by until it’s 4:44:44.
My clock thing is when I randomly look at it and it reads the month/day of my birthday.
It happens, near as I can tell, at least twice a day.
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I used to shout “Top of the world, Ma!” as I drove over the highest freeway point in the area on my daily commute. I don’t know why, I just did it for fun.
Making a trip through three traffic lights…and hitting green all three times.
It was abut four minutes, and when “Daddy” apologized to the woman behind them, she just said “That’s all right.”
Believe you me, plenty of straight people have held up the line for the same reason.
Using a line-dried towel for the first time. Line-dried sheets, too.
The car odometer turning over to 100,000.
Getting that perfect parking spot in the full lot at the ski resort, right next to the Tram.
Getting anything (food or drink) for free at Heavenly Valley.
Catching that last chairlift and having the guy put up the “CLOSED” sign behind you.
What’s somewhat less satisfying is when some dolt says: “I should get a prize or something.”
The even dollar amount thing is not all that unique and happens quite often during a day.
Yes, same here.
Also Totinos Party Pizza. Cheap, but still oddly good.
Not to any one individual.
Aggressively pouring a full can of soda or beer into a glass, risking certain foam-over disaster, only to have the foam column settle itself perfectly back into the glass.
Opening the McMaster Carr catalogue to the right page. It’s something around 4000 pages.
Watching giant zit popping on YouTube.
When the calendar changed from 1999 to 2000. Well, except for the fear that civilization was about to both implode and explode simultaneously.
When I’m driving along listening to the radio in the car and quite randomly a song I love comes on.
I don’t know why it’s so much better than if I went home and summoned it to play, which I could do. It’s just better if it’s a surprise. If I don’t happen to have the song in question, even better!
Also a 12:34 aficionado.
Oddly, I have never, or rarely, seen the clock give the month and day of my birth, although I certainly could as it happens twice a day as it does for everyone else. If I’ve seen it (and I’m sure I have) I just didn’t especially note it. Probably I will from now on.
The trip odometer of my car, which I never bother resetting, rolls over to 0000.0 after 1999.9. A few days ago I pulled into the parking spot at home, only then to notice that the odometer read a perfect zero. It felt like I’d well and truly arrived where I was supposed to go.
You guys waking up and watching your clocks got nothing. I wake up and look at my LED clock and wonder what is the darkest it gets, and what is the brightest. (Someone asked this question as a puzzle here.) I know there are unique answers for each, because I finally did a spreadsheet. But I still can’t remember what the brightest it gets.
I stopped my car (on the side of the road) to take a picture of 111,111 miles. Eleven thousand, eleven hundred, and eleven. (Yeah, I know that’s 12,111, but I’m trying to drive here – gimmie a break!)
Walking steadily to an automatic door, hoping both it and I agree that I exist and it’ll open in time.
Though I feel I broke the universe if I go through a (one of several multi-traffic light) town in my commute home and get all green lights.
But don’t you get it? For many it’s their queerness that makes it intolerable. It’s the same reason I don’t put political bumper stickers on my car. I figure when I make a mistake, the thought would be, “Figures a <candidate> supporter is a crummy driver.”
As a sports fan, watching 3-point basketball shots go in, one after the other - nothing but net, swish.
Long football passes, 50+ yards, the QB hitting the wide open receiver.