I was so excited to get my new learner's driving permit that didn't say ”under 21” that I quickly pulled my old card out of my wallet to compare them then cut it up. It was only while I was putting the card in my wallet that I realized I had cut the wrong one. I was so embarrassed, I quickly borrowed my brother's credit card to order a new one so that my parents wouldn't find out. (in case anyone is wondering, I live in brooklyn and had no need to drive until then.)
Reminds me of the time I left my car keys in my pants pocket a couple months ago and they ended up in the washing machine I couldn't use the battery to lock/unlock my doors but thank God it came back to life a few days later
I remember back in junior high school there was this girl I had a crush on who sat on my school bus. And these rowdy kids were throwing a near empty bottle of orange soda around irritating me and the girl. And I happened to intercept one of the throws So I wanted to show off to the girl that I "saved the day" So I showed her the bottle, but the way I brought it down in front of her with my arm, splashed some orange soda on her sweater and made her VERY upset
My parents went out for a Friday Night and I was supposed to take care of the house. I made sure I kept EVERYTHING clean, and that the dog was taken care of...and my parents came home happy they had a good time...although they were angry when they saw I left the doors unlocked (when I went to walk the dog), and got a lecture about safety too. And to think a simple switch of a knob...
Don't worry, I went to China over the summer and one time I went to the toilets I had my uncle's phone in my back pocket (in case I got lost) and the toilets were squat type and automatic flush yeah? So I when I did my business the phone fell out of my pocket into the toilet and got flushed down. Needless to say I got lectured for it and we lost the phone Dx
I can't believe I just remembered this. I've been trying for almost a year to forget it and now the trauma is all back again!
Okay. So, I was a few weeks into my first ever job, a cashier at a really big, REALLY busy grocery store. Because it was my first job and I was absolutely terrified of not being good enough and getting in trouble, I was working desperately hard and trying to do everything perfectly. I was just about to head off on my lunch break when a supervisor asked me to collect putaways and baskets. You know, when someone changes their mind in line and decides not to get something, so they give it to the cashier to put away? And when someone just has a few things they grab a basket to put everything and leave them in stacks at the end of the tills? Yeah.
So I do the putaways first, grab everything so I can do it in one trip. But there's an enormous watermelon with a crack in the side that's starting to rot, and I can't carry it with everything else because it's too heavy, so I leave it behind to grab with the baskets. So, I put everything else away, then grab the rickety old trolley thing for collecting baskets. It's absolutely useless - one of the wheels is broken so it doesn't balance properly and it's really hard to roll forward in a straight line, and just altogether hard to use.
I collect all the baskets, I'm trying to do it in one trip because I don't want the supervisor complaining that I was too slow. Literally the stack is taller than me when I reach the place where the watermelon is. So I take a deep breath, balance the stack against my knee because it's horribly close to tipping over at this point, and throw the broken watermelon on top. The leaning tower of baskets holds steady and I sigh in relief.
So I'm wheeling this thing towards the front of the store, and it's leaning forward precariously. And I'm almost there when I lose control of the cart and it falls over, and the baskets are so FREAKING loud as they hit the floor it sounds like an explosion. The watermelon, which had already suffered structural damage beforehand, basically exploded, splashing a few customers with rotten melon juice. Worst part? As I was freaking out and trying not to cry whilst hurriedly cleaning it all up and apologizing frantically to the customers, THE FREAKING STORE MANAGER walked by, stopped, and helped clean up.
I was so mortified I was ready to quit. Luckily everyone was really nice about it, even the unfortunate customers who had been savaged by bits of watermelon. Still, that resounds as the biggest failure of my entire life.
And it all could have been avoided if I'd just taken two damn trips....
Hmm. Most recently? I knocked my burning hot hair straightener off the counter, then with inconveniently sporadic lightning-fast reflexes, caught it. That one hurt.
All-time legacies of failures? Well, once I got 98% (49/50) on an enormous school project essay pamphlet-type thing. Why, you ask? I spelled 'the' 'teh' in ONE place. Misclicking a horribly set up driver's license test where the instant you select an answer it counts it and failing the whole thing because of it is up there.... Hmm. I can't think of anything else right now, though I'm sure there's millions of them.
I've heard that putting your phone in rice is supposed to absorb all the moisture out of it after that sort of thing happens. I haven't had it happen myself, but I've overheard people saying it works.
In terms of my failures, I almost lost an entire research paper because lost the broken flash drive I kept it on. The lid had gone missing, the loop thing that the lanyard attached to had broken, and I was keeping it in a ziplock baggie because I apparently couldn't be bothered to find a new damn flash drive. back everything uuuuuupppp
Sorry about your phone, I hope you get it working again! That sort of thing is a bummer but don't beat yourself up too bad, it happens.
Last year I was riding my bike and this guy in a car was going to turn left in front of me. I thought, "he see's me, he definitely see's me, look, he's waiting for me since I have the right-of-way." CRUNCH! Almost broke my leg off when he pulled right out and hit me. Turns out he was a drunk in a stolen car. I should've been riding more defensively even though I had the right-of-way. Live and learn.