Yesterday (Sunday) I went to do yard work for a customer; I was wearing a Brookstone hat, shaped like a jungle explorer’s pith helmet (to protect from sunburn). Anyway, the work took five hours, considerably longer than I expected, since it was just supposed to be weedwacking, mowing, and sweeping. I did all that, and weeding and hedge-trimming besides; it was so damn hot in Southern California that I was tired, sore, and stiff when I finished. (I am 51 and overweight, and did not eat lunch.)
Well, I should have waited until the next available day–I had been on jury duty during the week and could probably have waited for cooler weather…
Please post here your ill-advised decisions, which you later kicked yourself for making. :o :o
Doug, a far shorter list would be examples of my good judgement.
Recently, I decided to have three beers and two chili-cheese dogs right before a five hour flight from San Francisco to Newark. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea…
Congratulations, Demo, you have finally outlined a scenario in which I would NOT want you sitting on my lap. 
Stop lyin’ Chef!!!
I did a thread on this but, I don’t think it is worth the cigerette when it is pouring outside and I all I have is 4 inches of cover at my workplace to smoke it under. AND the wind is blowing sideways. But like a fool I’m out there avery three hours or so.
And with that, you need chainmail underwear!
Oh, pity the fellow passengers…
“Smoke in the cockpit!” :)! LOL!
The ban on smoking on domestic flights is the only reason the plane made it. One flick of a bic and it would blow like Challenger…
:eek: 
Being late for something, deciding to do 75, which cost me $125 all together, plus a super-boring 4-hour driver safety course for first-time offenders to keep the points off my license so my insurance wouldn’t go up. Plus I was late anyway.
While I don’t know how much this can be blamed on poor judgment since I was only 4 at the time, I accepted a drink of water from some strange kids. Turns out it was not water, but hydrochloric acid. Those wacky teenagers, I tell ya. Laff-minute, they are :rolleyes:
During the rehearsals for the senior play in high school, I was backstage with other cast members and other people working with costumes, makeup, lighting, etc. One of these was a girl I’ll call Lucy. (She did not look like Lucille Ball; she was short, with a good figure, and dark hair and eyes, and a sultry voice–and a high I. Q. to boot.) In our conversation I happened to say I avoided others attending school, who smoked. She said, "I smoke." I got up and walked away, and did not speak to her again, even through to graduation the following June. Boy, I showed her, huh? Hey, I could at least have been civil enough to try to talk her out of it…