I am. I have got the bus into town on my lunch break to post a couple of items and as the bus pulled into the station I realised I left my wallet at work and there could not post the items I wanted to and would spend my lunch break on a bus as a result. This act of gross stupidity (and boredom while on the bus) inspired me to write this for all to see (and mock) But more importantly ask the question what was the last stupid thing you did? NB this was written on a phone on a bus please will the pedants amongst you forgive an spelling or grammatical errors
Expensively my beloved other half managed to fill the car with diesel instead of petrol on Friday! Aaagh!
This has been written on a phone..? It's better constructed than many posts, written on easier forms of communication, let me tell you. Nice to see. On the subject; I do it all the time, but perhaps less so as I have become older, as the experience kicks in, and I go through the checks that never occurred when I was much younger. I still occasionally bring myself up short though, and I think I've mentioned it on this forum before. The last truly stupid thing I did..? Off-hand, I can't remember it. Another benefit of getting older. EDIT: Just thought of one thing that I did that was truly stupid, but surely wasn't the last one. Almost 25 years ago, I was able to buy my first house for cash, and I went with a mortgage instead. All my gut feeling was to pay for it, there and then, but everyone said to have a mortgage. So now I've paid roughly three times the amount for the house than I would have. One thing I learned from that experience though was that whenever I had some really important decision to make, I should trust my own judgement. After all, I'm the only one who truly has to live the decision. Sorry for making this thread ever-so-slightly serious, but you did ask..!
Mrs Godders did this only the other way round the day before we were going on a touring holiday in France. She put petrol in our brand new diesel fuelled car. It cost me over £400 to get it put right plus a full tank of petrol/deisel mix was wasted. The only really stupid thing I have ever done is to waste precious moments of my life reading SB3's posts. This I no longer do and therefore I enjoy a blissful existence.
S'funny, but even though I have never even remotely come close to filling any vehicle I have owned or driven with the wrong fuel, I do find I am rather conscious that it might happen. So when I take my bike into the petrol station I occasionally stand in front of the pumps and actually imagine what I would do to my beautiful bike if I filled it with Diesel. Not too much, I would imagine, as being a Honda VFR, it's more reliable than most cars, and would get over the hiccups, once I flushed it out. Bikers eh..? Mad as hatters.
I left work early today to attend a parents class at the local school. Had to wait outside for an hour because the Mrs got the time wrong. She appears to be the last stupid thing I did. If she reads this, she'll kick my arse, I'm out of here......... <run>
Me...........turned up for work on a bank holiday. Not long out of the mob......not used to having bank holidays off. My office was quite isolated. Normally went in about 7.30 for 8......My secretary about 8.30. On this partiular occasion I arrive around 6 as I was finishing early. When my secretary wasn't in by nine I thought I would trudge down to personel to enquire as to any phone calls etc. Only to find that deserted too....It still didn't dawn on me so I went down to security to find out what was happening, to be told that people didn't work good Friday's!! This was the end of my second week....I never missed one after that though.
Strangely enough, just Saturday before last, I was trying to get my son organised to get ready to go to St Marys, and shouting, "come on, we are going to be late", as per usual. I pushed him the car, and as we left the house, remonstrated with him about how we might miss the first 15 minutes unless we were very lucky with the traffic. "I don't think so, Dad"' he said. "The match doesn't start for 2 hours." Yup. We were 10 minutes late, but an hour early!
last week i was coming home from a night out and fell asleep on the nightbus, was only on it for 5 stops but i woke up in Trafalgar square with the bus driver poking me. had to get the bus all the way back home, which goes through the whole of london and took nearly 2 hours.
Oh boy, does that remind me of when, as a schoolboy, I was returning home on the bus, across Southampton, and got one stop away from mine at Lordswood/Hollybrook. I had been just hanging onto wakefulness, as during the previous weekend I'd been nightfishing at the lakes, behind Stoneham Church, and I'd not caught up on my sleep. I awoke with the bus doing a big turn circle over at Woolston. I didn't have any more money on me, so I went down to the Woolston floating bridge, got across and walked home. I think I got in at about 7.45pm and nobody batted an eyelid.
I am pleased to see there are a few other 'tools' out there it has made me feel slightly better I wish I could say this was an isolated incident but today was merely an hors d'ouerves in my past toolness. The piece de resistance being in my Southampton student days locking myself out of my house in only a towel. The residents of cranbury av got quite a sight that day!
Ah, the old locking oneself outside trick, with the minimum of clothing on. No, peculiarly I can't beat that. However, I have locked myself out of my house, in the driving rain, and had to borrow a ladder and break into my own house through a bedroom window. Another neighbour decided she wasn't going to recognise me and called the police. They saw the funny side, but I didn't. When I lived in Kent, I once left for Uni [luckily the wife left for work before me] on my motorbike, only to return early that evening with the front door wide open. I thought my wife had come home early, instead of working late, although I couldn't see her car. What I could see was our big ol' cat sat at the top of the stairs looking bloody smug with himself. So I went upstairs, to find the bedroom door ajar, and something like 30 cats from the village, that had wandered in throughout the day, and our cat had captured. Actually, I was quite proud of that cat.
Whilst working at Southampton Central train station a few years ago a french man approached me after getting off the train from Gatwick and show me a map with an address of a hotel asking me for directions.After looking at the map i said it is in London. No no he said pointing at the word Southampton. Then i showed him that it said Southampton Row to which he slapped his hand on is forehead. Another time two American chaps turned up at 2pm at the station wanting directions to St Marys to see Saints v Chelsea. The only problem was the game was at Stamford Bridge
Another one i just thought of again at Southampton Central. One of my Colleagues (who won awards for excellent customer service) told one of the passenger assistance guys that he put a blind passenger in the front first class of the 10.30 train to change at Basingstoke for Reading. About 20 mins later the passenger assistance guy remembered he hadn't phoned Basingstoke to inform them of the blind passenger and said sh1t one colleague has put a blind gent in the front first class to Change at Basingstoke for Reading phone Basingstoke for me please. I said that it was pointless me ringing Basingstoke. He replied why? I said because it don't bloody stop there. He said f**k you're right it doesn't. I had to phone Woking to get him off.
When I came to the Island I had enough money to buy a semi outright, but had always had a detached house. I bought an attractive wooden house which proved hard to sell, so I ended up paying a mortgage until I was nearly sixty and ended up in a small terrace, whereas I could have been mortgage free since forty in a better house. All my own fault.
Almost ashamed to admit this, but one of my kids is a United fan. He was born and bought up in Manchester before we get any of the usual! When he was a nipper I took him to United games as he was too young to go on his own. One night I'd hassled him about getting to the ground on time, only to arrive and realise that ten minutes before kick off we were outside the ground with no tickets and no money - wallet left in the house job! Amazingly, a steward came to our rescue and with some sort of magic - probably checking on a database but who knows - got us in with only 5 minutes of the match gone.
