What is the stupidest thing you've ever done?

huskymom

 One time a friend and I went to Winnipeg for a weekend.  I always always forget either my underwear or my toothbrush so that time I packed those things ahead of time.  We went out the night before we were to leave and stayed out way too late.  By the time we got home we had only about an hour to sleep before we had to leave so it was rushed.  We got up on time, quickly got ready and took off.  Imagine my surprise when we got to the Peg and I opened my bag to find nothing but undies and a toothbrush...

OMG candace!! that one had me laughing out loud! the dogs think i'm crazy! if this was a competition, you'd win, hands down... ROFLMAO!!

 I still think mine is the most expensive stupid thing... do I get a prize for that??

you're right, you should get a prize for that one...

talking about stupid things that get expensive: bf and me came home drunk one day (friends had invited us to a party that was so lame the two of us ended up drinking out of boredom - too loud to talk..) anyways so we crashed into my closet, which has glass doors. they are two sliding doors, which of course at the time were behind each other, so we managed to break both...

that was actually not only stupid, but SOO dangerous! there was a pig piece of glass that could have beheaded us! i did end up with a huge and deep cut on my butt, but was so drunk i didnt realize it until the next day. it's such an ugly scar, cause i never got it looked at. i was just too imbarassed. i had to keep the wound from ripping open with bandaids.

the funniest part is how i babied him over a scratch he got from our crash. gave him a bandaid and everything. he wasnt even bleeding. meanwile my own butt was bleeding like a pig...

gosh we were idiotic...

 I have a nice big list from redoing the bedroom:

We went in on renting a floor sander with a neighbour...he used it first...I got it, turned it on, and it broke.  Luckily another neighbour managed to fix it but not before it gouged 2 giant marks in the floor we were trying to restore.  That floor is now carpeted.

I ripped out some hideos build in wardrobes, which caused most of the plaster on that wall to fall down - had to get it replastered.  (In my defense it would have needed it anyway.)  

I bought expensive paint, painted the room, then hated the colour.  

 As a young, hurried driver, I grabbed a cup that didn't fit in my cupholder on the way to work. I got around the first corner fine. Second corner, it fell, and I reached for it.

Yeah, hit a parked car. That might have even been more expensive than yours, Chuffy!  I can't remember what it cost, but it was horribly embarassing.

 Literally as soon as I posted my last post I put my laptop down on the coffee table...knocking a cup of tea over onto a wii remote. 

• Left a box of Interceptor tablets on the desk and Coke ate them ALL including the packaging
• Bought Bulls tickets for DH and his dad, drove 3.5 hrs to Chicago and realized I forgot to pack the tickets (thank GOD my SIL was coming after us so I called our apartment manager and had him let her into our apartment)
• Paid the vet $100 for meds that the grocery store pharmacy offers for free
• Something happened to a very expensive camera I am borrowing and now the pop-up flash doesn't work.  I tried to fix it and figured out what's wrong but I don't have the right tools to fix it so I spent $100 on an external flash only to be told they don't care if the pop-up flash doesn't work.
• When I was in high school I had some guinea pigs.  I used to take them outside and put them in a large outdoor pen so they could eat grass.  One day I was carrying one and for some reason he jumped out of my arms.  He hit his head on a table as he fell and was dead before he hit the floor.  I was so horrified I couldn't touch him for about a half hour (he was instantly dead b/c I saw the color drain from his eyes).
• Car accidents, let's see...when I was in training I hit a retaining wall at the public library.  Then when I was still in training someone tried to pass me on the right on a road that isn't really two lanes and I wasn't paying enough attention to my blind spot so we scraped each other.  I've backed into my dad's car, my husband's car, a parked campus security car at school, and a car in a gas station parking lot.  Luckily, the only one of these that actually had any damage was the first one, and that didn't involve any other cars.
• I gave someone a pretty bad concussion at gymnastics training.
  

-Blew up (by lighting a stick of dynamite) the branch bank that i managed.

-Was almost killed when i jumped out of a hot air ballon that was about to hit electrical wires ( i was holding a rope on the ground after jumping out and went up in the air (holding on to the rope) more than four feet before coming back down (intent was to save my wife).

-Letting my 12 year old son (just before glasnost) talk to this russian guy in moscow - resulting in the kgb/interpreter/several soldiers/communist party boss interrogating me for three hours (slate blue eyes (they all had them, with gutteral language i didn't understand two inches from my face, screaming at me).  FRightening!!!! 

That would be just this past weekend.  I had jury duty last month and dumped all my "stuff" into a purse that was big enough to also carry a book with me.  Later when I had to go to a potluck, I changed back to the smaller purse, leaving the book in the big one.  I decided to go to a huge mall about 45 miles away and just grabbed the big purse.  It felt like it usually does so I just tossed it in the car without looking inside it.  I found myself at the mall with a purse with absolutely nothing but a book inside of it ... no wallet, ID, credit/debit cards, phone, cash ... nothing but a stupid book.  I just drove very carefully back home, grateful that I wasn't likely to need gas on the way.

Joyce

yanke

-Blew up (by lighting a stick of dynamite) the branch bank that i managed.

-Was almost killed when i jumped out of a hot air ballon that was about to hit electrical wires ( i was holding a rope on the ground after jumping out and went up in the air (holding on to the rope) more than four feet before coming back down (intent was to save my wife).

-Letting my 12 year old son (just before glasnost) talk to this russian guy in moscow - resulting in the kgb/interpreter/several soldiers/communist party boss interrogating me for three hours (slate blue eyes (they all had them, with gutteral language i didn't understand two inches from my face, screaming at me).  FRightening!!!! 

If that's all true..... you win.  LOL. 

It's all true - i even told some of those stories on here over the years.

Here's the bank story.

I was the manager of a bank branch with about 30 employees.  One morning when I came to work, there was much ado about a candle that had been found in the employee’s lounge which was located in the basement.  No one knew where it came from.  Basically it looked like a long piece of cardboard found in a toilet paper roll -only it was filled to the top with wax and had a wick.  It looked just like a candle and that’s what it was as far as I was concerned.  Many of the employees were very concerned, however, and one of the tellers brought it to the police station on her lunch hour.  The police told her it was a candle.  For whatever reason, she brought it back and placed it back on the table in the lounge.

Around 4 o’clock (it was a Friday and the branch was open till 6) I went to the lounge for a cup of coffee.  There was one employee and the janitor in the lounge.  Off the lounge were three doorways – two to storerooms and one into the hallway which led upstairs.  Back in those days I smoked.  As I started to light my cigarette, the janitor held out the candle for me to light.  I did.  The noise was incredible – the wick mad the sound of a jetliner.  He tried to put it out.   Nope.  He ran over to the sink, turned the faucet on, and held it under the water.  Nope.  He yelled “RUN”.   The employee ran into one storeroom, the janitor into another.  I ran into the hall, got down on the floor and covered my head, praying that the 20 customers and all the employees wouldn’t soon be coming through the floor.  BANG.  All I could see was smoke.  Then I heard footsteps running towards the stairway to the lounge.  I ran to the bottom of the stairs, said everything was fine, and to get back to work.  I prayed the police weren’t on their way. Afterwards it would turn out that every employee knew exactly what had happened.  In any event, as the dust and smoke began to settle, I could see that the ceiling fixtures had come off the ceiling, the cabinet doors off their hinges, and there were broken dishes all over.  Everything was covered in a thick layer of powder.  The three of us had the place cleaned up within 15 minutes.  Obviously we couldn’t repair the damage.  The sink was cast iron, and had a dent about 5 inches deep.

Customers thought a truck had hit the building and mentioned it, and the noise, for weeks afterward, pondering what it could have been.  No employee ever said what happened.  The regional manager had his office in the branch, but wasn’t there.  I made sure I got to work early on Monday and told him I lit off an itsy bitsy firecracker in the basement, which made a small dent in the sink..  I was down there when he came in for his coffee.  (I had to find another coffee pot).  He put the coffee in his cup, and went to the sink to add a little water.  His head went to the bottom of the sink.  I still remember, and was so thankful for, the huge smile on his face when he saw the dent.

The good news?  No one was hurt- and the kitchen (other than the sink) was scheduled to be demolished  and remodeled beginning the following day.

The candle?  Turned out to be dynamite from where they were blasting behind the bank – found and brought into the lounge by the janitor.

 Ummm, very recently...what happens when to try to recharge unrechargable batteries. 

I once moved my bedroom furniture around, and about 3am that night the phone rang, i got up to go answer it and ran into my closet thinking it was the door to my room, my face got scratched from running head first into the hangers lol

At night I wake up and hallucinate and have night terrors, or i sleepwalk and find myself in odd places in the morning, but the hallucinating i am wide awake and anyway i was on a trip to england and my friend was sharing the bed with me, she was on my left, but for some reason i thought she was on my right, i woke up and saw someone sitting at the chair in our room, then someone sitting on the end of our bed, i started to panic, my friend woke up and sat up on the left (though i thought she was on the right) i started screaming so loud and so bad that the hotel staff started banging on the door lol oopsie

 Oh geez, I have many! The most recent one, DH and I were coming home from a Halloween party and I was the DD that night. Well as we pulled onto a street, I noticed I had 3 text messages on my phone. I look down to check them and swerved my car off the road a bit and hit a set of concrete steps and blew out one of my brand new tires! duh! Let's just say I was told to sit in the car and wait (not so nicely) while DH put my spare on out in the freezing cold at 2am.

There is a LONG list of stupid things that I have done.

Since DH & I saw pics of this incident recently, I suppose that I'll share....

Three days after my 18th birthday, I drank too much & went to a tattoo parlor with about 30 of my guy friends.  (I was living in a frat house at the time, so I was friends with all of the guys there.)  One of the guys was there to get a tattoo, but in my inebriated state, I made the snap decision to get a tattoo as well.  I opted for a design, which I still think is cute, to be inked on my butt cheek.  Everyone crammed themselves into the tiny room to watch me get tattooed.  Some of the guys had cameras with them, & I was drunk & willing to pose for them.  There were about four rolls of film shot that night, & I was involved in all of the pics. 

I am still friends with a majority of the guys who were there that night, & I have recovered most of the pictures, but not all of them.  A few weeks ago, one of the guys found another pic from that night & gave it to me.  DH already knew about the incident, & he laughed about it.  I, otoh, was kicking myself for doing being young, drunk, & stupid.