A woman forgot to take her cash from an ATM, so I ran after her with it. Then I went back to the ATM and was so distracted that I forgot to take my cash.
Once I was too lazy to pay the bill myself so I gave my gf the wallet so she would pay on her way from the loo. When we got out, forgetting that I gave it to her in the first place, I searched myself for the wallet and couldn't find it. I frisked myself a couple more times. She was convincing me that she put it in the pocket of my jacket and that it's literally impossible that it's been lost or stolen. I remembered giving it to her and totally believed her, and really, there wasn't anybody that could have stolen it but I still smartly concluded that since I can't find it - it's been stolen. There wasn't a lot of money in it but it had plenty of cards and documents that are a major hassle to obtain. And the wallet itself was a really nice and expensive full grain leather item. So I got a new wallet. And the other stuff, after a while. But we couldn't get completely over that mishap, I felt strange about it and kept bringing it up... *** And then, a couple of years later, I found the wallet in an upper pocket that I never used on the jacket; so, apparently, I didn't search that pocket back then (admittedly i did pass over it with my hand but it's a really robust canvas jacket so i didn't feel it). I then got really angry at the gf that she put it in that "stupid pocket" and not in the "normal pocket". She told me I'm an idiot
I tried to make some ramen noodles without that powdered flavoring that comes with it. It didn't taste good so I decided to pour the flavor packet all over my noodles and mix it around. Nasty. I will never do that again.
Once I was too lazy to pay the bill myself so I gave my gf the wallet so she would pay on her way from the loo. When we got out, forgetting that I gave it to her in the first place, I searched myself for the wallet and couldn't find it. I frisked myself a couple more times. She was convincing me that she put it in the pocket of my jacket and that it's literally impossible that it's been lost or stolen. I remembered giving it to her and totally believed her, and really, there wasn't anybody that could have stolen it but I still smartly concluded that since I can't find it - it's been stolen. There wasn't a lot of money in it but it had plenty of cards and documents that are a major hassle to obtain. And the wallet itself was a really nice and expensive full grain leather item. So I got a new wallet. And the other stuff, after a while. But we couldn't get completely over that mishap, I felt strange about it and kept bringing it up... *** And then, a couple of years later, I found the wallet in an upper pocket that I never used on the jacket; so, apparently, I didn't search that pocket back then (admittedly i did pass over it with my hand but it's a really robust canvas jacket so i didn't feel it). I then got really angry at the gf that she put it in that "stupid pocket" and not in the "normal pocket". She told me I'm an idiot
Material things come and go, but the main fact here is that your girlfriend told you the truth.
It's weird that when you couldn't find it she didn't say "I put it in *that* pocket" or jump in to search the jacket herself. If I was trying to convince someone that something was exactly were I'd put it, I'd be like "It's right here, dummy."
If you ask me, the main fact here is that stupid pockets are stupid.
she did mistakenly put it in that pocket and not the other one, but i still could have easily found it if i had just checked inside all the pockets; there are only so many of them
once when i was 5 i was eating tater tots and was really tired and instead of ketchup i Poured X-Treme hot hot sauce on them still to this day i have a fear of anything that says X-Treme on it
I once ate 8 armageddon wings from a place called Duff's (I ordered 10 but gave 2 to friends before we started eating...because I'm such a generous guy ).
They were really, really, really, really, really hot (the internet claims they are 850,000 on the scoville scale but I have no way of knowing how true that really is). They were so hot that some random stranger bought me a beer because it was so painful to eat.
I once ate 8 armageddon wings from a place called Duff's (I ordered 10 but gave 2 to friends before we started eating...because I'm such a generous guy ).
They were really, really, really, really, really hot (the internet claims they are 850,000 on the scoville scale but I have no way of knowing how true that really is). They were so hot that some random stranger bought me a beer because it was so painful to eat.
Before watching the newest Angry Joe's review, I expected him to have clear standards when reviewing a game. Well, I was wrong. Evidently, things he absolutely hated in one game he has no problem in other game of the same genre.
When I was a kid, I would sneak out to the side of the house and eat some of our dog's food out of the bag. I didn't think it was that bad, apparently, since I kept going back.
When I was a fairly small child I found a fake bill. It was printed only on one side. I tied it to a very long string (actually it was cassette tape i think), put it on the pavement and hid behind a bush. With it I lured an old lady who was passing by. Incidentally a light wind was blowing...she would stoop to pick it up, several times, but couldn't because I was pulling on it. She thought the wind was blowing it away from her and ran after it for several yards. I could see everything through the bush; I started to laugh and she saw me too, and probably saw the string as well and sad something nasty. I felt kinda bad afterwards. I don't think i ever told this to anyone, maybe just once.
When I was a kid, I would sneak out to the side of the house and eat some of our dog's food out of the bag. I didn't think it was that bad, apparently, since I kept going back.
When I was a kid, I would sneak out to the side of the house and eat some of our dog's food out of the bag. I didn't think it was that bad, apparently, since I kept going back.
When I was a kid, I used to eat the rock salt from the bag in the garage.
I once ate 8 armageddon wings from a place called Duff's (I ordered 10 but gave 2 to friends before we started eating...because I'm such a generous guy ).
They were really, really, really, really, really hot (the internet claims they are 850,000 on the scoville scale but I have no way of knowing how true that really is). They were so hot that some random stranger bought me a beer because it was so painful to eat.
When I was in high school drunk at a party, someone dared me to eat a dried prune. It was a ghost pepper. I drank the entire gallon of whoever's milk was in the nearest fridge and spent the next half-hour with my mouth under a faucet of cold water.
I once ate 8 armageddon wings from a place called Duff's (I ordered 10 but gave 2 to friends before we started eating...because I'm such a generous guy ).
They were really, really, really, really, really hot (the internet claims they are 850,000 on the scoville scale but I have no way of knowing how true that really is). They were so hot that some random stranger bought me a beer because it was so painful to eat.
When I was in high school drunk at a party, someone dared me to eat a dried prune. It was a ghost pepper. I drank the entire gallon of whoever's milk was in the nearest fridge and spent the next half-hour with my mouth under a faucet of cold water.
Today I had to hand in an assignment. I have the kind of prof who basically will give you a 0% for the dumbest stuff. There's basically a list which among other things includes doing the title page wrong.
So today I've got this assignment all ready. I'm finishing it up and printing it at my school. Everything looks good after I print it off, but I notice that my title page doesn't have my student number on it.
So I look at the example sheet and see that it's not listed. I've never have been in a university class where it didnt go on a title page. So I find a computer, log back into my account, and tell the printer to just print off page 1.
Of course I realize after logging off (I have to log out since the printers aren't anywhere near most of these computers) and getting it printed that because my prof required us to have the title page as not page 1 (in terms of page numbers). I actually just printed off the first page of my paper instead.
So then I go back, find another empty computer in this busy library, and tell it to print off. Only this time I forget that the default setting for the printers is double sided and I need single sided. So I have to go back, find another computer, and print it off again.
This time while being tired, annoyed, and a huge clutz while im lugging over everything over to the printer I accidentally spill part of my energy drink on the first two pages of my paper. So those go into the trash. Thankfully purely out of happenstance I actually had printed off the first three pages this time around (thinking I didn't want to miss anything). So everything is stapled and its good to go. At this point though the 35 minutes I had to get to class had turned into 5. So I just bolt to class.
When I get to class I realize even though I followed the professors example I clearly missed something about alignments, because my title page is not properly aligned. So I trudge my way up to the front of the class and ask my professor.
She looks at me, the tired, sweaty, thing I've become at this point (with my hair basically just all over the place) and after I ask if I have to run all the way back to reprint it she's like " ohh...uhh...I guess that's alright" and accepts it.
The moral of the story? 1. Don't procrastinate 2. If you can avoid it avoid printing off anything at a campus library and 3) elminster should never do any kind of printing since I'm basically just a clutz.
This technically isn't something dumb I did, but I had an exam today that had a series of multiple choice questions (whose answers we had to fill in on a scantron sheet). Problem was that for 3/15 questions there were more answers than there were bubbles to fill in. Clearly the prof had never seen a scantron sheet. So the moral of the story is to always proofread your work
This morning I wanted to make Japanese-style eggs for breakfast, but when I went to make them I discovered we were out of mirin (very light, barely alcoholic Japanese cooking wine), so without missing a beat I used shochu (which is similar to vodka), instead. I'm sure all the alcohol cooked out but it still tasted strongly of shochu and not like eggs at all.
I just did a really dumb, really embarrassing thing at work.
So today, part of my job is making sure the mannequins look presentable. I'm a perfectionist, so any little thing that's out of place, I feel the need to fix. So when I'm sitting on the floor folding clothes and see a "mannequin" with pants that don't fall right at the ankles, naturally I go over to fix it. Yes, this story is going exactly where you think it is.
I reach over and adjust the pants, and the leg moves. For some reason this doesn't register to me as odd, so I try to firmly tug it back. It doesn't go anywhere; I realize my mistake. To his credit, the poor guy I did this to didn't get mad, he just laughed at me. I'm actually getting embarrassed again writing this. I felt like such an idiot.
@Caeria: With a little embellishment, that could make for a truly hilarious story. There are lots of ways that could have gone horribly, horribly wrong.
@semiticgod Heh, one day, when I am able to laugh at what happened, I probably will take that idea and tell it to people with some embellishment for good measure.
It definitely could have gone worse, so at least I did it to someone with a sense of humor. Even if it was pretty embarrassing to be laughed at by a stranger, I kind of deserved it.
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There wasn't a lot of money in it but it had plenty of cards and documents that are a major hassle to obtain. And the wallet itself was a really nice and expensive full grain leather item.
So I got a new wallet.
And the other stuff, after a while.
But we couldn't get completely over that mishap, I felt strange about it and kept bringing it up...
***
And then, a couple of years later, I found the wallet in an upper pocket that I never used on the jacket; so, apparently, I didn't search that pocket back then (admittedly i did pass over it with my hand but it's a really robust canvas jacket so i didn't feel it).
I then got really angry at the gf that she put it in that "stupid pocket" and not in the "normal pocket". She told me I'm an idiot
If you ask me, the main fact here is that stupid pockets are stupid.
but yeah i got no love for stupid pockets
They were really, really, really, really, really hot (the internet claims they are 850,000 on the scoville scale but I have no way of knowing how true that really is). They were so hot that some random stranger bought me a beer because it was so painful to eat.
So today I've got this assignment all ready. I'm finishing it up and printing it at my school. Everything looks good after I print it off, but I notice that my title page doesn't have my student number on it.
So I look at the example sheet and see that it's not listed. I've never have been in a university class where it didnt go on a title page. So I find a computer, log back into my account, and tell the printer to just print off page 1.
Of course I realize after logging off (I have to log out since the printers aren't anywhere near most of these computers) and getting it printed that because my prof required us to have the title page as not page 1 (in terms of page numbers). I actually just printed off the first page of my paper instead.
So then I go back, find another empty computer in this busy library, and tell it to print off. Only this time I forget that the default setting for the printers is double sided and I need single sided. So I have to go back, find another computer, and print it off again.
This time while being tired, annoyed, and a huge clutz while im lugging over everything over to the printer I accidentally spill part of my energy drink on the first two pages of my paper. So those go into the trash. Thankfully purely out of happenstance I actually had printed off the first three pages this time around (thinking I didn't want to miss anything). So everything is stapled and its good to go. At this point though the 35 minutes I had to get to class had turned into 5. So I just bolt to class.
When I get to class I realize even though I followed the professors example I clearly missed something about alignments, because my title page is not properly aligned. So I trudge my way up to the front of the class and ask my professor.
She looks at me, the tired, sweaty, thing I've become at this point (with my hair basically just all over the place) and after I ask if I have to run all the way back to reprint it she's like " ohh...uhh...I guess that's alright" and accepts it.
The moral of the story? 1. Don't procrastinate 2. If you can avoid it avoid printing off anything at a campus library and 3) elminster should never do any kind of printing since I'm basically just a clutz.
Which is an especially bad habit right before an eight-hour long shift at work.
So today, part of my job is making sure the mannequins look presentable. I'm a perfectionist, so any little thing that's out of place, I feel the need to fix. So when I'm sitting on the floor folding clothes and see a "mannequin" with pants that don't fall right at the ankles, naturally I go over to fix it. Yes, this story is going exactly where you think it is.
I reach over and adjust the pants, and the leg moves. For some reason this doesn't register to me as odd, so I try to firmly tug it back. It doesn't go anywhere; I realize my mistake. To his credit, the poor guy I did this to didn't get mad, he just laughed at me. I'm actually getting embarrassed again writing this. I felt like such an idiot.
It definitely could have gone worse, so at least I did it to someone with a sense of humor. Even if it was pretty embarrassing to be laughed at by a stranger, I kind of deserved it.