I just thought it might be fun to mention those little events that happen, that are often a disaster but also a bit of a laugh.
I just drove home, pulled into the drive way, grabbed the car door handle that promptly snapped off flush with the door.
So there I was holding the door handle in one hand and thinking 'And plan B for getting out of the car is?'
Oh Bother :laugh: :laugh:
Better than locking yourself inside the car. ;D
The handle to open the door broke off? How did you get out?
Rolled the window down and opened it from outside!!
A few days ago I awakened early and dragged myself, bleary-eyed, to the bathroom to shower. The early morning and I do not get along well together. I flipped on the lights, turned on the shower and hopped in.
After soaping, soaking, shampooing, conditioning, and generally waking up, I turned off the water and reached for my towel in the normal spot. No towel.
Okay, plan B, check the hooks on the wall by the vanity. No towels. Plan C, look in the cabinet beneath the sink. No towels.
I was dripping wet and out of plans. Fortunately, there was a (used) hand towel by the sink. Salvation! It got me dry enough to slip back on my pajama bottoms, get to the linen closet, and grab a fresh towel for me and one for my wet head.
Never under-estimate the drying power of terrycloth.
It is one of those odd facts that a wet body can distribute more water through a house getting to a towel than a fire truck can putting out a fire in the same abode.
A few years ago maybe about 3 years ago while at work I was busy with the phone - I think I was texting.
Anyways I am and always have been restless as hell - although HRT has calmed me down greatly and helped me find an outlet for myself.
So while texting I was walking around the office area and corridors and near the entrance of the cafeteria. Next thing I know the lighting changes and I look up to wonder where I am only to see the surprised but not that shocked expression of a colleague looking at me.
That's when it hit me - I had wandered into the women's loo :o- while I was heading to the loo.
That was the time I was trying to live as a normal guy and convincing myself that my dysphoria was just a phase and that maybe I was normal.
On hindsight I guess it was the woman in me telling me I need to use the women's loo. :laugh: ::)
Going on a jog or brisk walk and some kilometres from home your tummy tells you NOW!!! Or??? And what a MESS THAT would be!
Finding a place to hide in a suburb... not an easy thing to do, and soooo unhygienic! We are talking poo here! Loose tummy, eh.
In any case, so far it only happened twice to me the last few years. The other few times were just a very close calls.
In need to be aware if loads of chilly had been in the dinner the night before. Eish!!!
Axélle
Motorcycle fell off the side stand. minor damage only, cracked indicator. So day before I was going to replace the damaged indicator I decided that I would back my wagon into the carport to unload the heavy items in the back. Just a few more inches- crash. Definitely needed to replace the indicator after that. :(
Glued my thumb and fore finger to a balsa wood wing rib this morning. Muscle Cramps set in while I was searching for the debonder with a wing panel attached to my hand. DUMB DUMB DUMB
Quote from: Cindy James on October 07, 2012, 02:00:15 AM
I just thought it might be fun to mention those little events that happen, that are often a disaster but also a bit of a laugh.
I just drove home, pulled into the drive way, grabbed the car door handle that promptly snapped off flush with the door.
So there I was holding the door handle in one hand and thinking 'And plan B for getting out of the car is?'
Oh Bother :laugh: :laugh:
Your story reminds me of a tale that my dad was never fond of people telling but my mum loved telling the world.
Decades ago (possibly before I was born) he owned a bubble car, this kind of car only had one door & it was at the front, one day he pulled the car into the garage but drove forward too far, he tried to open the door but found he was too close to the wall to get it open.
It then dawned on him what prediciment he was in because this kind of car didn't have a reverse gear, he shouted for help but no-one could hear him & he remained stuck in his car until someone found him & pushed the car back for him, pmsl
My cars have 3 extra doors for such case. Barbie~~=