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It was the fall of 1997, when I rode my BMW motorcycle on Interstate 80 from San Francisco to Washington DC to begin a 2 month tour of the USA.
The sun had set behind me as I approached the Great Lake near Salt Lake City Utah.
As night fell, the saline roadside took on a dark, dim, spectral cast. It looked like an eerie moonscape, but dark and forboding. Sinister. Evil. Even the tail lights on the cars ahead were muted and dim. Street lights and buildings emitted a ghostly glow as if some supernatural thing was sucking the life force out of the very world surrounding me.
I pulled into a truck stop for gas and removed my full face helmet, only to discover I had been riding in the dark with my sunglasses still on. D'oh!
I sat down to write checks for some of my monthly bills a couple years ago. Instead of dating the checks 4/5, I innocently wrote down 5/4 instead.
Well, well, well, you can well imagine! They all thought I was post-dating my checks because I didn't have enough $$ in the bank. Lots of late fees I had to pay!
Don't know if that was stupidity or an innocent mistake!
It was the fall of 1997, when I rode my BMW motorcycle on Interstate 80 from San Francisco to Washington DC to begin a 2 month tour of the USA.
The sun had set behind me as I approached the Great Lake near Salt Lake City Utah.
As night fell, the saline roadside took on a dark, dim, spectral cast. It looked like an eerie moonscape, but dark and forboding. Sinister. Evil. Even the tail lights on the cars ahead were muted and dim. Street lights and buildings emitted a ghostly glow as if some supernatural thing was sucking the life force out of the very world surrounding me.
I pulled into a truck stop for gas and removed my full face helmet, only to discover I had been riding in the dark with my sunglasses still on. D'oh!
I knew someone who walked in to work and a co-worker told her she had one lens missing from her sunglasses. She had thought things looked a bit off.
I sat down to write checks for some of my monthly bills a couple years ago. Instead of dating the checks 4/5, I innocently wrote down 5/4 instead.
Well, well, well, you can well imagine! They all thought I was post-dating my checks because I didn't have enough $$ in the bank. Lots of late fees I had to pay!
Don't know if that was stupidity or an innocent mistake!
I remember seeing an episode of Roseanne where she "forgets" to sign a check for a utility or something so she can eke out some more time to pay and stretch their money. I had never heard of that and thought it was actually kind of clever.
Recently I paid a bill and put one amount in the "numerals" part but then I messed up in the spelled-out part of the amount. So of course they went by the spelled-out part and it was just a fraction of what was owed. I wondered if they thought I was trying to pull a "Roseanne."
About a million yrs ago I was working on a project working around electricity. It was live. I removed a wire to perform a test. I went to reterminate the wire and I touched it to a higher voltage power source.
Needless to say I blew up a controls panel. The current spike was so large it blew past any fusing, destroyed about a thousand dollars worth of equipment, back when 1k was a bit more money.
I never made that mistake again because the stupid part was that I was troubleshooting in a dumb lazy way.
I earned the nickname "Smokey the Tech" for a while.
Learned a costly lesson on that one.
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