You pick up a box or suitcase, thinking it weighs 20-30 lbs, but it ends up seing empty, and you all but hit yourself in the face with it?

Or when you mis-count the stairs, and either think there is another one, or even worse, when you dont think there are any more, and you fall on the last one!

 

Uh, no, not really...........

 

I hate it when I work on an engine and when I finish or during a test drive, I discover I forgot something. Really fun to forget hose clamps and drain plugs, Doh. Not good to use a ratchet in tight spaces and discover when you back a bolt out that you can't get the ratchet off, Doh.

Once was at a big hotel, Dallas Hilton, you know the big tower and golf ball. I had room service and since I was alone I ate in my underwear. When I finished, I took the tray out onto the walkway/balcony and put the tray down. As I was bent over the door gently clicked shut on my butt. Doh, stuck 10 floors up on an open walkway in my underwear with hundreds of guests below and across the open air atrium. Doh. Had to wak to the elevator and use the house phone to ask for someone to let me back in my room.

Course there is always the story of my too short shorts, but then you don't really wanna hear that one. Doh.

Jim Henderson

 

now that is funny!!!

 

don't you hate it when you go to put on your deodorant and realize that you have just used the last and only have one armpit done!

 

There was a time when my phone would ring and I would be on the next airplane to somewhere - sometimes two or three times a week. One time I arrived back in Dallas and could not remember where I parked my car because all the trips were alike. From that time on I always noted my location.
Dono

 

i hate it when i go to the parts store to get something that i really need for the job i'm doing and the dorf behind the counter tells me it is a dealer item

 

I hate it when I wrench on to a bolt, and the SAE and the Metric aren't the right size!

Or, when you are taking an oil filter off, and hot oil runs down the arm of your coveralls...

Better yet - Working under your truck on a cold, windy, and rainy day, in a gravel driveway, only to find out that you just broke that little brass adapter part...prolonging your work day by yet another hour. Meanwhile, I already felt sick and I'm claustrophobic anyway...

Never finding the correct part when you need it...

Jamming the electrical tester (kind with the light) through your finger on accident...

Having your fingers worn away by twisting 10 ga wire...

Wondering "Why is my truck on fire?"

Dropping a stack of lumber on the foot part of a steel toe boot...

Coming back from a road trip and wondering why there is no oil in the engine...

Loading a flatbed trailer with a riding mower, only to remember that loading an empty trailer will flip it...

Wondering how that power pole fell on the truck on a windless summer day...

Looking at the spare parts bucket for my truck, and wondering what I forgot to put back on...

Trying to find my Carhartt pants, only to discover I'm wearing them...

 

Once I spent 20 minutes looking for my Mac 1/2 inch combo wrench, I got frusterated and even blamed my buddy for taking it. Then I realized I had it in my pocket all along.
The thing I REALLY hate is my hunt and peck typing causes me to hit the wrong keys a lot and no matter how many times I proof read my posts, as soon as I submit it and then read it in the forum it looks like an illiterate 3rd grader wrote it. And the worse ones are the ones I forget to recheck and edit.

 

Realizing that you need just one little part to finish the job 3 minutes after the parts store has closed.

Last year I was removing the rear driveline on my 150 to change out U joints. Head at the diff, feet under tranny. Loosen 4 bolts, pull d-shaft out of t case landing it right in your crotch after your knees fail to catch it like you planned. Then sitting up rapidly from the pain only to hit your noggin on the frame. Then my dog comes over only to lick me while I sqirm in pain.

But the thing I really hate is that expensive sound coming from somewhere under the truck when off roading.

 

Sometimes I feel 70 even though I'm only 25. What is it about short term memory that when I set something down (nut, bolt, keys, cell phone, I could go on and on...) that I forget where it's at three seconds after I set it down? I find that if I set something down and then turn around and tough it again, it won't run off. Just letting it know that I know where you are and you better not go anywhere...
Maybe I'm just a weirdo...

 

I hate it when, sometimes crossing a street, your foot hits a pothole, twists.. almost sending you to the ground. Everyone does the quick glance at you.. with the same thought: "Buffoon"

I hate it when working on a motor, something falls in..

I hate it when my truck isn't running..

 

MuchToMyDelight,
I can definately relate to what you're saying.

Like being used to jumping up into my truck a certain way every day ('79 F-150 4x4 with 4" lift), then one day I borrow my dad's '77 F-150 4x2, forgetting it's just a little bit lower. "Whammo", my head hurt for like 2 days!

I think the worst I've experienced though was when I was framing houses, and would walk on the ceiling beams.

Over some rooms they would change from 2x6 to 2x8. You're walking along like 2nd nature and not really paying much attention, and then you take that fateful step!
I don't know anyone who ever actually fell from it, but it sure would put panic in you for a few seconds!

We used to call it "The inch and a half heart attack".

 

I used to have a 59 chevy that I really liked but if I hadn't driven it for a week or so I would whack my knee on the wrap around windshield when I got in. You had to enter that car a different way.

 

trying to find the srew or nut or bolt you just dropped amidst the twisting wires and hoses...