Whoops…….I can’t believe I did that.

Sago

My most careless error ever was to leave my car parked opposite our house without the handbrake on.
The drive was full of builders vehicles.
It slowly rolled toward the house then gathered momentum and crashed into a stone wall that we were having built.
My husband realised what was happening and ran out.
“You remembered to lock the *** doors” he screamed as he stood and watched the moment of impact.

I had 3 builders and a furious husband staring at me with looks of absolute disbelief.

What’s your most careless act?

My husband and a builder just finished concreting a stable yard , and I ran right across it - we all looked in amazement ?

My husband was going straight out after work with his colleagues for a night out. I had arranged to join him at 10pm to give him a lift home. When I arrived I was of course the only sober person in the crowded pub, and squeezed my way through closely packed bodies and thick smoke, peering into every corner, before spotting him sitting with his back towards me in the furthest away dimmest corner along with about 10 colleagues, most of whom I didn't know. I eventually reached him feeling quite flustered and playfully slapped him across the back of his neck loudly exclaiming "could you have sat any further away from the entrance" ..... when the person turned around and I saw it was his boss I had slapped. OMG. To be fair a few people did say that when they were both sitting down at work they did look very alike from the back, but still. My face is still burning now.

another time we had stopped the car at lunchtime at a row of local small shops including a newsagent and a bakers, which got a lot of passing trade on a busy main road. When I came out with whatever I had bought, maybe a pint of milk, I opened the passenger door of our car and was indignant to find my husband had spread his big newspaper across the passenger seat and had an open bag of crisps on the seat too. I swished the paper back to his side as I flung myself into the seat, and as I was putting my seat belt on said " come on then lets go or we will be late" to which a total stranger said " just tell me where we are going then and I'll go as fast as I can". Yes, I had jumped into the car of a total stranger who was enjoying a quiet lunch break and his newspaper. Our car was the one behind and my husband almost died laughing when he saw what I had done.

I have to plead guilty to many similar exploits.

Pushed new baby to local shops in pram. Half way home I thought that my arms should be busier..... I ran all the way back to find baby happily snoozing outside the shop.

When this baby was about eight, we drove to a supermarket with its sibling, parked the car, shopped, then younger child and I began our drive home. "Mummy, shouldn't we have collected X and the shopping?" said my little one. I had asked the older child to stand guard over the heavy shopping whilst I brought the car round. Not a good mother.... My eldest began to think that I had a vendetta against her!

I have left a handbag full of passports, travel documents and money on the 'plane, only realising when queueing for Passport Control. I managed to retrace my steps (that was c 25 years ago and I would hope that security is better now!). The cleaners beamed and knew immediatey what I wanted. I was very fortunate to have honest aeroplane cleaners.

I baked a cake for Guides and loaded up the car with children, etc. On arriving three miles away, the cake was still in its tin on the car roof. I must be a reasonably smooth driver.....

I have left handbags on hotel dining room chairs all over the world (I just walk out after breakfast, forgetting the hanging bags) and never had anything stolen when collecting the bag

There are umpteen more but that's enough!

OP you are not alone!

I could write a book about my faux pas. Most recent was driving home from Tesco and stopping to buy milk (which I’d forgotten in Tesco). No bag. No purse. Panic. Brain into overdrive. I realised Id left it in the trolley. 15minute dash back to Tesco. I parked on the double yellows, belted into customer services where the lovely assistant winked and produced said bag which had very kindly been handed in. She’d used my phone & worked her way through my most recent calls to try and trace me. First was to DD2 in Sydney and the 2nd to a friend 500 miles away in Scotland. ? Oh, the relief!
The week before I’d traipsed blobs of mud over a friend’s newly laid carpet. It had to be cream didn’t it ?. In mitigation, she did say not to remove my shoes.
Ive also done the forget the baby thing - more than once, and took a group of 10 of DDs friends for a birthday outing to the theatre the day after we should have been there …..,I think they were happier with the subsequent visit to McDonald’s.

When my DH was at secondary school he stole the PE teacher's clothes while he was in the shower after the lesson! He dumped them in a rubbish bin and the teacher had to borrow a boiler suit from the caretaker to get home. Nobody liked that teacher. A few days later DH left school forever.

Oops I think I posted that on the wrong thread! Sorry. It was meant for the 'naughty' thread.

A few years ago I went to a small local supermarket, shopped and when I came to pay couldn't find my purse. All the staff and some of the shoppers scoured the shop, couldn't find it. The shop took down details etc. I got back to the car and it was on the roof. Very embarrassing!

About 20 years ago, I am a therapeutic Counsellor, I was due to see my first client at a specialist agency dealing with incest and sexual abuse after careful and fairly intensive training in that specialty. I was really quite nervous. I had planned to leave home in plenty time, calm and well prepared. All was going well, I got into my car and drove down the drive, we have tall wooden gates that are kept locked. I got out of the car to unlock the gates only to find that I had misplaced my gate keys. I phoned my husband in a panic and asked him to get back a.s.a.p. to let me out. I phoned the agency to warn them that I might be delayed and to take care of my client until I got there. Husband arrived home about ten minutes later. We went through all my handbags and pockets etc. and keys were in a different coat pocket! I felt a complete fool.
Luckily the management at the agency were very understanding , I was in time for my client and things went well. I continued to work for that agency for many years. I later found that every counsellor is really nervous doing their first session there. To this day if there is the slightest chance of me being late for anything I phone ahead to warn whoever I am meeting but I am seldom late for anything. Often we learn the most valuable lessons from our mistakes.