So I spoke at a conference and meant to clap the lady who invited me on her shoulder and missed and grabbed boob. Top that.
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So I spoke at a conference and meant to clap the lady who invited me on her shoulder and missed and grabbed boob. Top that.
In the very first car I ever owned, I kept hearing a slight buzzing sound from the back. It clearly wasn't a bug. It sounded like an electrical short, but I couldn't figure out what from and didn't bother to investigate further. Then on a rainy night just at the edge of freezing (it was 32 degrees outside), coming home late in the evening from a get-together with friends, our hatchback window just exploded and fell into the (fortunately unoccupied) back seat. It turns out there actually had been a short - in the connection to the rear window defroster. It had heated up the glass to the point where the temperature contrast with the cold rain shattered the glass. That was one cold, wet ride home.
Then the next day we made the mistake of trying to clean it up with a regular vacuum. Showers of dust later after the paper bag burst from the glass shards, we rented a shop vac and actually got the mess cleaned up.
Ahh, the things you learn...
I discovered that my Celica convertible's rear window was leaking when I kept hearing a sloshing noise coming from the back. The "bag" that the rear window slides into when top down was FULL of water. Several bucketfuls later . . . Luckily, no wiring in that immediate area.
In 7th grade my English teacher was walking the aisles as she lectured. She asked a question that I guess I was really enthusiastic about answering and I shot my left arm up as she was standing in my blind spot. I smacked her right in the chest and boob. It made a "thud" sound that the whole class heard. I really think it hurt her. :(
Not exactly daily, but...
I also walked out on stage at a conference with about 250 people in the room wearing black pants and a pink shirt, the hem of which was sticking out of my unzipped pants about4 inches. The first few rows recoiled in horror when I walked out, alerting me to the issue. I had to walk behind the lectern to zip up. So me getting to second base in front of other folks at that other conference wasn't the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me at a conference.
Sickest patient I ever took care of was on ECMO in the burn unit. 12.5 hour shift and I never took a sip of a beverage, took a bite of food, used the bathroom or even sat down (not even for a second) It was 12.5 hours of keeping her alive. And we didn't do ECMOs in the burn unit, so it was like an episode of MASH from a help and resources perspective.