Most likely, his shower is a bathtub/shower combo.
I once had to turn around on my way to work (important meeting, street clothes) because I looked down and was still wearing my slippers.
This one was years ago when I was a kid. The family was on vacation at one tourist trap or another (I don’t remember which). We were in the motel room and I was getting ready for bed. There was a tube of toothpaste on the bathroom sink. My father’s tube of Brylcreem was also on the sink. Guess which I brushed my teeth with. :smack:
My brother did not let me live that down for years.
Once, I put my keys down when I got home. The next day, I could not find my keys at all. I called Airman in a panic and he offered to come home to help me look. Then I picked up the mail that I’d set down the day before. The mail I’d set down on top of my keys. Which were right where I’d left them. :smack:
The department secretary couldn’t find her keys and was this close to calling the locksmith to have him cut another set. Then she opened the fridge to get the coffee creamer and saw her keys on the shelf where she’d put them.
Another time, I noticed that the food in the freezer was thawing. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until I noticed that the thermostat was set to “off.” My son had been taught about energy conservation and turned the fridge off to save energy. I applaud his desire to do his part, but turning off the fridge isn’t helping. Fortunately, I had to go shopping anyway, so the spoiled food in the fridge was no big deal. (Kidlet is also religious about turning lights off, especially when there’s someone in the room.)
Robin
I replaced the specialty bulb in the light above the piano…twice…before I discovered it wasn’t plugged in. :smack:
I can rival Kneepants EtH, for obliviousness. I have a sort of velcro holster for my cellphone, and have developed a habit of occasionally touching it to make the phone is still there. It’s a holdover from a previous holder that was much less secure. I’ll occasionally touch it and find it empty, this sets off alarm bells until some deep down neuron lets the rest know “It’s okay for the phone to not be in the holster, we’re talking on it.”
Ah yes, cell phones. My daughter and I were talking on the phone one day as I was out in the yard with the dogs; I came back in, and started hunting frantically for my cell phone because it was about to rain. She asked me what I was looking for, and when I told her my cell phone she had to break the news to me that I was talking to her on it. Sigh.
Dumb but funny and considerate…
When I was in University, I roomed with a guy that was 100% blind. The first night I was there he wandered into the kitchen and said… “it must be getting dark out… let me get the lights” He wandered around turning on the lights, showing he knew where the light switches were.
I was to dumb/niave, polite to tell him he had just shut off all the lights I had turned on about 10 minutes earlier.
Learned my lesson… he was just “playing with me”… the guy could tell if a light was on by walking under them (he sensed the warmth on his head).
So I reareanged the furnature…
Evil grin
FML
Radio light on my ex-g/f’s car went out. Since I’d just had to replace one in my truck I got my tools, Chilton manual and spare bulbs and spent several hours trying to remove the dashboard cover. In vain, couldn’t find the little clips holding it all down.
The next day she came over laughing after discovering that the little “brightness dial” most cars have (controls dashboard intensity for night driving) was turned all the way down.
Another time I was making us some miso soup and trying to cut dried seaweed sheets into thin strips. I was having a frustrating time with my chef’s knife, g/f looked over my shoulder and without a word handed me the kitchen scissors.
Damn you for reminding me, but I have once walked out the front door and looked down and noticed I was wearing my house shoes.
One our church youth group was on the annual camping trip and since we had a boat my parents brought that.
On the final day, we all pack up and I ride home in my friend’s car instead of with my parents. About half way home on the four hour drive, I see my sister headed the other direction, back to the lake, in her car.
Odd, why would she be going there, unless, I suddenly realized with a sick feeling, it was to take a spare set of keys to my dad, since I had his keys in my pocket. :smack:
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About 3/4 of the way up the sidewall of the tub, (sometimes in the middle of the overflow drain cover), there is a 1 1/2 inch lever that projects from the tub. Lift it or lower it and it moves an arm to position a metal plug in the tub drain, as shown in this ad to replace it with something else.
Schematic (right hand image).
ETA: Sometimes the plug is in an interanl pipe, so that one does not see the plug raise or lower, making it easier to miss that the drain is closed. (My tub has no visible plug and I have had to “fix” the drain for the kids a few times.)
I once walked out of the house, took a few steps, and realized I was…strangely uneven. Yup, I was wearing one black boot and one brown boot. (The heels were of different heights.)
I’m another stupid person who had a burner in their computer they didn’t know. I KNEW my computer could burn CDs, because the previous owner (ex-boyfriend) had burned me CDs. But I couldn’t figure out how to do it. One day I had the bright idea of asking a friend who’s smarter than me (specifically in computer stuff, but really in general) to help me figure it out. Took him 30 seconds to discover that there was a second burner behind a detachable panel. Dur.
My mother had been having PC trouble for ages and was really annoyed when her printer stopped working. Given the poor service she’d had when trying to resolve the previous problems she managed to bully and badger all the way up to a company director of the rental company. (The largest in the UK at that time)
He did his best to calm her down and took her details and promised to call her back in a few minutes. At about this time her loud conversation woke me up and I came out of my bedroom and asked “Are you sure it’s switched on?”. Angrily she pointed to the wall where it was indeed plugged in and the plug turned on. “No” I said “The switch on the printer” and reached around the back of the printer and flicked a switch mum didn’t even know was there.
She made me promise to never tell anyone that story.
ETA: I once spent fifteen minutes hunting around my shop for the cordless barcode scanner, while carrying it around in my hand the whole time. :smack:
Okay, I think I get it now. I don’t understand why you’d need a lever to move it up or down though. Every drain I’ve ever seen has been block or unblocked with a plug you manipulate directly with your fingers, either like this or one that can stay in the drain that you pull up or push down.
I travel a lot for my job. I mean A LOT. This involves driving many, many rental cars. Rarely do I use my own vehicle.
When home for a week (bliss) and I used my own seven-year-old vehicle. Went to a swanky restaurant for a late dinner and took advantage of the valet parking. When the meal was over, the valet person brought aound my vehicle, you know, with the sensor to make the lights come on automatically. Love those things- never have to turn the lights on or off- they ‘magically’ come on and off by themselves.
I get home and lock up the truck, but the lights remain on (which is not how it usually works). I cannot figure out how to get the blasted lights to go off. There is nothing in the manual except how to replace a fuse. I was starting to panic as I knew the battery would die by morning, and I could not let that happen as I had an appointment the next day. After about an hour of worry, cursing, and tears, I finally swallowed my pride and went to get help from my neighbor. :mad:
He came out, went to the truck, reached in and used the switch to turn off the lights. :smack:
Hmm……seems valet person had turned them on manually.
It never even occurred to me.
(then there was the time I took my vehicle into the garage as the spray function on the windshield wipers would not spray cleaning fluid, but the wipers would wipe. There was a full tank of cleaning fluid. The garage person noted that it works best if one pushes the lever marked with a picture of “spray” to get the spray function to work).
Yes… the same seven-year-old truck. I finally realized I needed a holiday. 
I am much better now. 
I’ve got a two-fer.
Yesterday, I went to a funeral with my mother and one of my sisters.
Before that, we went out to breakfast with my my youngest sister. My mother picked us all up in her van before we ate, then dropped us all off at my place, where my youngest sister took my keys and went inside to use my shower and hang out until after the service. My mother went home to change. My other sister and I took my car and left to meet my mother at the church.
After the service, my mother and sister went home in her van. I came home in my car. My youngest sister had my keys. My mother and other sister both have spare keys, but I did not ask either one for the key. I couldn’t buzz up, since the buzzer works through my roommate’s phoneline. I couldn’t call up to be let in, since I lost my cell last week and haven’t replaced it yet. I briefly considered throwing pebbles up onto the balcony, but the lady who lives next to & below us is a bitch, and I didn’t know if she was home. So, I had to wait outside the door and hope someone would come in or out soon.
So any, it’s not even 10 minutes later and a guy pulls in and parks right next to me. He comes over and walks past the building entrance. I swore mentally, thinking he was one of the ground floor people who go in and out using their patio doors (there are at least 2 families that do that), but then he starts throwing pebbles up onto one of the second floor balconies until a little boy comes out and drops a set of keys to him.
He comes over, unlocks the door, looks at me and says “You, too?”
Yep, you got one o’ them newfangled drains on your hands if you’ve got the pull up kind that stays in the drain. The lever kind is older, or at least, it’s been in all the older places I’ve lived, and I haven’t seen one in new construction in years.
Yeah, the tub’s probably 45 years old. I’m pretty sure it’s original to the house.
And it does plug from the inside. There’s no outside indication that the drain is open or closed. I’m not quite that dim…
Originally posted by Projammer
Damn you for reminding me, but I have once walked out the front door and looked down and noticed I was wearing my house shoes.
Try showing up for work in one black kiltie loafer and one brown one!
If I find a pair of shoes I like, I’ll often buy another color, too, if I can. So, missred, I have gone to work in one black and one navy at least twice.