I did similar as a teenager, coming in from the pub and listening to Elvis Costello on my headphones. Dad wondered what the hell I was doing playing music so loud at 1am. Headphone wasn't plugged inLast night I settled down to watch a film and as my wife complains about the noise whilst she's in her craft room, I put on the headphones like I always do. As the opening scenes started I thought the volume was a bit low so I turned it up to comfortable levels with the remote. A few minutes later I look up to see my wife staring at me with an astonished and pained expression. Turns out I hadn't plugged the headphones in and had turned the volume up to max so I could hear the film through what had become ear defenders.
Last night I settled down to watch a film and as my wife complains about the noise whilst she's in her craft room, I put on the headphones like I always do. As the opening scenes started I thought the volume was a bit low so I turned it up to comfortable levels with the remote. A few minutes later I look up to see my wife staring at me with an astonished and pained expression. Turns out I hadn't plugged the headphones in and had turned the volume up to max so I could hear the film through what had become ear defenders.
That's one way of getting out of the car park before anybody else.After retiring last May I bought a car to replace my company car which was a far higher spec than the one I purchased. For the past five years I’ve had an electronic hand brake which the vehicle applied automatically when the ignition was switched off.
After a couple of near misses I developed a coping strategy of glancing at the handbrake to make sure it is on.
Weekend before last I was late for the football. After the match I returned to the car in the club’s car park to find it had gently rolled forward from its’ space and come to rest across the access road.
Once staying in a B&B in the early/mid 80's whilst on a training course at Harrogate, came back to the house after a couple of jars in the pub only to find about 8 couples watching a 'Blue Movie' it was of Swedish origin (allegedly), dubbed into German with French subtitles, they asked me if I could translate any of it, after watching for a couple of minutes I came to the conclusion translation wasn't required. Funny isn't it how you remember these things from 30+ years ago, but I can't remember breakfast yesterday.Lucky it wasn't a 70s scandinavian "art movie"
One of the best occurred on a regular Friday ride. After some miles one rider remarked how uncomfortable his saddle felt ........ sometime later it was mentioned to him his bib shorts were inside out!!!!