A few weeks ago, GrizzWife and I decide that we’d like to have some Taco Bell for dinner. I volunteer to go fetch it.
Additionally, I need to stop at the grocery store for a few things.
GrizzWife asks that I put some gas in her car.
So… I’ve got three stops to make. Grocery store, gas station, Taco Bell.
-Driving to grocery store <thinking “gotta buy gas for the car”>
-Browsing in grocery store <thinking “gotta buy gas for the car”>
-Paying for purchase <thinking “gotta buy gas for the car”>
-Driving away from grocery store <thinking “gotta buy gas for the car”>
I pull into the gas station. Go inside and pay for $20 on pump number five.
Walk out to the pump. Pull the handle off the pump, chose the octane, and turn around to put the nozzle in the gastank.
Well, GrizzWife’s car has a door covering the gascap which must be released from inside the car. I’ve forgotten to release the little door so I open the driver’s door and look down where the gas-door release is.
It’s not there.
I’ve driven my truck instead of her car.
:smack: :wally
So, I’ve got an extra $20 in gas for my truck.
Took her car out later that night and spent ANOTHER twenty to fill her car.
This happened with me. One day after work I walk down to our parking lot across the road. Suddenly I realize that my car is missing? My heart skips a beat! I panic. I tell myself, “Damn! My car is stolen”. Very frustrated and worked up, I head back into my office building and go up to the security desk. There as I am telling him about my car getting stolen, it comes back to me!! After lunch I had gone for my doctor’s appt. and on returning, I had parked the car in the visitor’s lot since that was closer to the buiding. The security officer was writing up the report, and he had a funny look on his face when I suddenly told him to forget all about it and walked away with that sheepish look on my face!
Another time I find myself trying to open my car and the key wouldn’t go in. I keep trying wondering what the hell was suddenly wrong with the lock. And then my daughter comes up behind me and asks me why I am trying to get into someone else’s car?
Before we had two cars, my ex-husband would drive me to, and pick me up from, work. One night I headed out, saw the ex waiting in the usual spot, and got in. And looked over at a very startled looking man who was most definitely not my husband. I’m not sure which of us was more shocked, and it took a good 30 seconds for the thought to register that it wasn’t a case of a strange man sitting my car, it was me sitting in some strange man’s car!
I shrieked (more in realization than anything else) “Oh my god this isn’t my car!!” said some incoherent (and laughing) apology and got out of the car. My ex was pulling into the parking lot as I got out, and took about 2 seconds to put 2+2 together and realize what I’d done. He most definitely laughed at me.
I’m not sure the other man ever fully recovered. I wish I had a picture of his face.
Along that line, I knew the answer (well question) to the Jeopardy clue was MacBeth’s wife, now what the hell was her name…as Ken replied (Don’t know if it was Ken, but more then likely it was) “Who is Lady Macbeth?” :smack:
That’s not my car…
My dad was driving my car for a few days about a year ago. He parked it in a structure, does what he needs to do comes back out. With the remote in hand, he points it at the car and clicks unlock, he hears the locks, but still can’t get in. Again he hits unlock, hears the locks pop and still can’t get in. From what I understand, after a few mins of this he turned around and got into the Black Cavalier that was right next to the Black Cavalier he was looking at.
I once stood in a parking lot looking for my car only to realize it was RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and I was looking OVER it.
I frequently try to unlock my house with my car remote (not only that but I’ll sit there and keep pushing it wondering why it won’t work).
For some reason, I forget words all the time. And it’s always common words, never the ones you’d think would be forgotten; the unusual, little-known words. My worst one ever was when I was talking to DogDad one day and couldn’t remember the name of something, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what the dang thing did and so I started drawing it in the air.
First, I drew a square / box, then I gave it little “knobs” and then, when he didn’t get it, I started aiming an invisible remote control and poking buttons on it. Then back to the box, knobs, remote.
Finally, DogDad said, “TV?”
YES! I said.
We were in the living room. The TV was less than five feet away from me. Right in front of me. You’d think I could’ve just POINTED to it, but noooooo…
My most bizarre brain cramp though was similar to luluBahrain’s. I was driving home from work and got to an intersection (no other traffic around). I looked up and saw that I had a red light. Hmmm…
This was just one of many intersections on the way home. Nothing different about his one, it was like all the others and I’d had no problem with any of 'em. I looked up at the traffic light again. Yup, definitely red. Ummmm…
I looked at the light for the cross-street. It was green. Looked at my light, still red. Looked at cross-street’s, green. My light, red. Cross-street’s, green. Red. Green. Red. Green. Came to a halt, white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel, totally bewildered. “What does that mean?” Then I had an Anti-Epiphany[sup]TM[/sup] (a.k.a. Brain Fart): The signal lights were completely devoid of any meaning!
*“Which colour means ‘Go’…??? Ack! I don’t know what to do!!!” *
Had to sit there and wait until more traffic showed up so I could do whatever they did.
I did that a few months ago… unhesitatingly wrote the year as 1992. I have no idea why. I’ve also unhesitatingly given the phone number that my family had when I was in first and second grades as my current home number (completely different cities, by the way, so the numbers aren’t similar).
I usually forget very common words and phrases when I’m getting a migraine. In such a situation, I once remarked to my husband that a woman was “wearing a very bad hair outfit”. I meant that her hair color was very unflattering and unnatural. Serves me right for being snarky about a perfect stranger.
Once i was in the car with my mom. I was in my late teens, and we were headed shopping for something. All of a sudden a great idea pops into my head.
“Hey mom! Wouldn’t it be great if someone made a store where you could buy bread? Not like a grocery store, but just only bread. But they’d sell all different kinds of bread, like rye and sour dough and all kinds of fancy stuff! I bet they would make a fortune!”
and she looked at me like I was high and said “Hey yeah! and they could call it a Bakery!”
A good Friend of mine and her Husband were walking downtown one day. Lotsa pigeons everyone, of course. They saw a monster-huge one, and had the following exchange:
Husband: “Omigod! Look at the size of that chicken!”
Friend: “That’s not a chicken!.. That’s a parrot.”
I was in a Quiz Bowl tournament in high school and one of the questions asked about some president (don’t remember now). I buzzed in, intending to answer with Kennedy, but someone beat me and answered Nixon. That was wrong, so they went to me. And I answered…
“Nixon.”
I have NO idea what happened. Everyone in the room cracked up. I tried to get them to accept the answer I had intended to give (which turned out to be wrong anyway), but nope. I like to think I redeemed myself by otherwise doing quite well in the tournament (our team won, too, which helped).
Yet another one I remember (I think I’m posting too much in this thread :dubious: ). I use Sweet ‘n’ Low in my coffee. One morning I had just poured a fresh cup of coffee and grabbed a packet of Sweet ‘n’ Low. For whatever reason, I opened the packet, and poured the contents into an ashtray instead of the cup, and put the wrapper in the cup instead of the trash. Since that was the first cup of coffee for the day, it took a few seconds to realize what I had done.
So let me see: Am I the only one who went to university/school on a Sunday? And am I the only one who’s put clothes in the refrigerator and food in the closet (happened when I lived in a tiny apartment)?
I’ve emptied the packets into one cup, thrown the packet scraps into the trash, opened the cabinet, gotten out another cup, poured coffee into the new cup, and not realized it until the first sip without sweetener. I’ve also emptied two packets into the cup, thrown away the packet scraps, turned back to the counter and emptied two more packets into the cup. Not realized it until the first sip of extremely sweet coffee.
Come to think of it, I put both my contact lenses into the same eye once in college.
I was 16, and had this girl Wendy over to my house. At around midnight or so, it came time to drive her home.
My Brain: Drive her home, no problem. Just follow these simple steps:
1: get keys and enter car. (hold the door for her if you want to impress her)
2: hmmm… hold on, I’ll have this one in a minute. Must not be too important.
3: Turn car on. Put in reverse.
4: Slowly release the clutch while simultaniously applying the gas… gently now.
5: Crunch
Me: Crunch? What the?
My Brain: You heard me.
Wendy: Yeah, um, step 2 was “Open the garage door…”
Me: … :eek: … :smack:
My Brain: Step 2: Open the garage door…
Add me to the list of folks who write decades old dates without a second thought. Many is the time when I will see the Date: space on a check or some other form and blithely enter my birthday (1978). This gets especially bad around October.
I did the food thing the other day. Got a friend to drive me to Trader Joes, get some tasty food for my room. Upon return, I’m putting stuff away automatically: Ok, soda goes on the windowsill so it stays cool but doesn’t take up room in the fridge, chips go in the fridge, yogurt goes on the shelf above my desk…
Took a good five minutes before I realized that was wrong.
… :eek: … :smack: