Did something stupid today.....

Blew out the wind shield out of my pickup from the INSIDE while unloading my 30.06. I was deaf for two days and my insurance agent got a good laugh.--KV
 
While assembling my 1911, the recoil spring slipped out of my hands and hit the police chief right between the eyes. I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair. He wasn't impressed.
 
In Viet Nam went in to the office to take care of Business took my 1911 out of the clam shell hung it on the coat hook...didn't check the safety always in condition one right cocked and locked...RIGHT....Finished the paperwork
and reached to retrieve my sidearm and cycled 5 rounds through the latrine roof...remaining occupants of the latrine were cleared of constipation problems...:D
 
Glad your ok man, that could have turned ugly. I know a dude that did the same thing, and he jumped off the roof and shattered his ankle. Had to have surgery and doc left a sponge in his ankle, he got a really bad staff infection, and ended up losing his foot over the whole deal. Pretty sad story, just glad you had a better ending than that.

As for stupid things I've done, I could write a book. Last year when I got my ZT301, I was trying to cut a plastic tie off my wife's coat, and I broke through and proceeded to cut my ring finger to the bone on my left hand. I glued it up, and it healed ok, but I nearly hit the deck when I seen the blood spurting out of it, lol.
 
I'm going to save my stories for in person; many of mine don't fit into the "family friendly" category.
Ok, one quick one. I was about 9 yrs old, decided to make a backstop in my basement and shoot my .22.
Some plywood scraps, draw a bunny, blast away. Cool.
Fast forward a couple hours, parents are home now. Pops calls me in the basement to ask me how the holes in the ductwork appeared. THEY WERE 2 ft OVER MY HEAD WHILE I WAS SHOOTING!
I got the belt.
 
My father in- law and I were building my replacement deer stand. The floor of which is 4 feet over and 7 feet higher than my old one which was crumbling away, but we had already taken the roof off of it.

Our ladder fell down while we were putting the floor in on the new stand. Than I got to play action hero making the jump down to the old stand floor which was about 4 feet square worth of no railing rotting landing space....and still 8 feet off the ground.

It was a sphincter clencher for sure. We started tying the ladder up after that. :)
 
Glad you are alrightish. Hope it goes the right direction. This place isn't large enough to contain all my stupid.
 
Eric Isaacson said:
I got the ladder out today to do a little work on the roof. Set the ladder up, grabbed the hose(washing the siding off), and the broom. Made a mental note to be careful not to catch the hose on the ladder and knock it over. Started washing off the siding, walking along the roof of our porch as I was washing the second story, heard a faint crash...you guessed it, knocked the ladder over. I was home alone, didn't have my phone as I didn't want to get it wet. Maybe the worse part is I did something similar about 15 years ago when we lived in a different house. That time the wind blew the ladder over, this time it was entirely my fault. Finished my work on the roof, hoping I'd see a neighbor or someone, well that didn't happen.
Ended up jumping down, luckily it is only about a 10' jump, but I'm not as young as I used to be, very possible I'll be sore in the morning.... ;)

So, misery loves company, what have you done that would fall under "Did something stupid...."

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Bully, for the next time you get stuck on your roof, I hear that yelling "freedom!" at the end of your jump helps mitigate any awkwardness.

[video=youtube_share;B42gMdtM7bM]http://youtu.be/B42gMdtM7bM[/video]

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Like T said, not enough space for all the stupid things I've done. What always stands out are the ones that, in hindsight, could easily have resulted in death. Here are a couple of mine:

Was at school during summer training, on the 105mm howitzers. I was in the assistant gunner position, loading and closing the breech, then clearing the empties. We were told over and over that we were not to clear empties until "rounds complete" for each fire mission; but we'd been doing single round adjusts for so long, and I had my head up my can, as usual. It was during a "battery 3 round", right after we fired the first shell....I closed the breech on the second shot and, without thinking (a common theme for me), bent over to pick up the ejected shell. Luckily for me, the NCO in charge was paying attention and called a check-fire....we all froze, and he walked over to me, bent down, and told me to "look left". There, right next to my head, was the breech of that howitzer, and my classmate had the lanyard in hand, taking up the slack. Had he pulled that lanyard, the recoiling howitzer would have neatly relocated my head a few meters to the rear of the firing position. Instead, as the NCO in charge so eloquently put it, I could "stow [my] head safely back up [my] ass". I thought about that while running through the pushups I was doing for the remainder of the fire mission. What a way to go, huh?

The other time was even more stupid, and is a testament to the male ability to cling to perpetual adolescence. I was a protocol officer; the public affairs officer on post was a friend of mine; and the two of us were on our way to a game up in San Jose with his son and daughter in the car. He was tired, and asked if I could drive. I said "sure, pull over"; but he said "let's just switch" (the car had a sofa front seat, not buckets). There wasn't any traffic; and I was apparently still an idiot; so I agreed. So, at about 60 mph, we unbuckled our belts and he handed the car off to me. During the transition, I lost site of the road (probably because a grown adult was blocking my field of view - yeah, how did that happen?), so we did some creative fishtailing while I shoved him over to the passenger side. Luckily, we had had the presence of mind (and I use that term lightly) to try it on an empty stretch of road. Best part? Both kids were awake. Daughter was freaked out; son thought it was the coolest thing he'd ever seen. And, as my friend's wife told us while reading us the riot act, the son was probably already planning on trying something similar when he started driving (daughter's level of "freaked out-ness" was high enough to warrant her full report to the wife). I was able to slink off to my BOQ relatively unscathed; I understand he caught quite a bit more hell later that evening (since, as the daughter pointed out, it was his idea in the first place).

Yep....always good to be an example of what NOT to do.....
 
I went to the store this passed Sunday for some salad and a gallon of milk. I walked back to the car and couldn't find my keys anywhere. Luckily I found them!!They were sitting on the passenger seat locked inside along with my phone.:thumbdn: I had to go back inside and ask someone to call the police department to come assist a dork in distress.

I would rather be stranded in a parking lot than on my roof though! Eric at least you didn't have any witnesses, I was blushing with embarrassment.
 
You're not alone Lexi. The one time in my life that I locked my keys in my truck was at Wal-Mart, and I came outside to find my keys on the seat also. As I was climbing around my truck trying to figure out if I could get a wire or something through the cracked window, a young woman and her mother walked up. She said that her husband had showed her a trick to getting it open if I could find a wire. I went into the store to buy a clothes hanger, but when I returned she had already opened the door and was putting my groceries in the truck for me! I thanked her profusely, and her husband as well for teaching her!!! They just smiled and went into the store, leaving me red-faced and embarrassed!:o
 
Well, since everyone else is playing along...

This summer I somehow managed to overlook an obstacle while I was entering a makeshift parking lot for a festival. Not seeing this fire hydrant was my downfall. I had to get out of the way of a vehicle much larger than mine that was trying to leave this "parking lot" and I managed to get out of his way and drive the passenger side of my vehicle right into the fire hydrant. Luckily, I didn't damage anything but my truck...and my pride. After a brand new bed, some body work to the cab and some fresh paint the truck looks good as new. I'm not really sure how I managed to overlook a bright red hydrant but I sure did. I'm hoping that something like this doesn't ever happen again. Women drivers, right?
 
I won't criticize you Lora. I was so upset when I had to have my 16 year old beagle put down last year that I backed right into Sherrie's car.:o
 
Glad to hear you were able to get off the roof! Thankfully it wasn't higher than 10"! That would have been a fun jump :D
 
Great Stories, I'm now slightly less embarrassed after reading some of your stories.

BlackKnight,
Your Howitzer story may be the best yet..... that was great, glad that shell wasn't fired.
 
Shortly after turning 18 I acquired a Cetme G3 battle rifle clone. I took it out and put a couple hundred rounds through it(ammo was cheaper in 1999 and I lived with my mom). Went home and promptly decided to clean it. Remove empty mag, cycle action, try to stick fat fingers in to check chamber and realized that wasn't going to work. Reached up and slapped the charging handle down and boom. 7.62 hole through 4 walls and the Christmas tree. The only one my mother noticed was the one in the couch. The bullet finally stopped in the frame for the back door.
 
Eric Isaacson said:
I got the ladder out today to do a little work on the roof. Set the ladder up, grabbed the hose(washing the siding off), and the broom. Made a mental note to be careful not to catch the hose on the ladder and knock it over. Started washing off the siding, walking along the roof of our porch as I was washing the second story, heard a faint crash...you guessed it, knocked the ladder over. I was home alone, didn't have my phone as I didn't want to get it wet. Maybe the worse part is I did something similar about 15 years ago when we lived in a different house. That time the wind blew the ladder over, this time it was entirely my fault. Finished my work on the roof, hoping I'd see a neighbor or someone, well that didn't happen.
Ended up jumping down, luckily it is only about a 10' jump, but I'm not as young as I used to be, very possible I'll be sore in the morning.... ;)

So, misery loves company, what have you done that would fall under "Did something stupid...."

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Well, all year I have been eating hot peppers I've grown, probably ate 100+ of them. No real problems. (Carolina Reapers HP22B, you can look it up on YouTube to see what I mean by hot.)
Well I have one plant I decided to grow hydroponically. Just for the heck of it.
Up until last Friday at 1:00 P.M. I had not consumed one. I decided to go ahead and pick one, and slice it up and put it on my sandwich.

I always do a potency test where I tap the knife I cut the pepper with on my tounge so I can gauge the heat level. This one was off the charts hot. Stupid hot. I ate it anyway and was in awe of it's power. As the extreme endorphin high wore off everything was OK. Or so I thought. An hour later it hit me like a bolt of lightning everywhere. I was in so much pain I was profusely sweating all night. I could not sleep, thought I might die at certain points and 30+ hours after eating the pepper, I could actually walk upright. My abs were shot, as well as my thigh muscles from my waist to my knees from them being constantly contracted from the pain. Things happened I can't mention.

Anyway, a guy I know wants to off his wife and she was the only other person that could eat my regular ones@ 1.4 million scoville units. These HAVE to be well over 2 million SHU. I will never eat one of those again. Ever!
 
Did a few dumb things in my life :)
 
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