"DUH" slap-yourself-upside-the-head moments
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The Term
@unknownuser said:"DUH!!!" slap-yourself-upside-the-head moments
was coined by David_H, so Credit to him for giving me the idea to start this thread.This thread is a "Safe Place" to get all those sort of moments out in the open. I'll start:
I Once Tried to paint the model in Monochrome Mode
anyone else?
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In the area where I spent many of my formative years growing up there was a campground known as 'Dunromin'. For most of those years I assumed it was owned by a family named 'Dunromin' or something like that. At some point, the "DUH" slap-myself-upside-the-head moment, I realized that the name comes from "done roaming". In that moment I felt pretty darn stupid.
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@ross macintosh said:
In the area where I spent many of my formative years growing up there was a campground known as 'Dunromin'. For most of those years I assumed it was owned by a family named 'Dunromin' or something like that. At some point, the "DUH" slap-myself-upside-the-head moment, I realized that the name comes from "done roaming". In that moment I felt pretty darn stupid.
Along those same lines, when I was a kid (early 50's -- I'm a geezer) there was a character on the "Time For Beany" show called "Tearalong, The Dotted Lion." The "DUH" slap-myself-upside-the-head moment came out of the blue one day at work 15 years later!
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When I was a kid a waitress at a local restaurant asked me if I wanted Superjuice. I said, "Sure what's in it?" My Dad looked over at me and said, "Soup or juice you idiot!"
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lol@superjuice.
Mine was more a 'lost in translation' duh!
About eight years ago still very new in the US, I decided to let my boy who was turning five have a few friends from preschool around for a poolside birthday party. I got all the details from the school and started calling the parents of the kids to invite them. Growing up in a former British colony and attending British schools I always refered to a swim suit as a 'swimming costume' or as in this case just a 'costume', well to cut a long story short all the kids except one non conformist was dressed up ready for halloween and I felt a complete idiot.
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I likely told this story some time ago on the old forums. (I don't have lots of stories since I lead a sheltered life).
This one didn't happen to me but to my father-in-law. My wife and I were living in Bermuda and the in-laws came for a nice visit. On his return flight to Nova Scotia my father-in-law's thoughts turned to where did he park the car. He realized he didn't park it! When he had pulled up at the terminal to unload the luggage he left the motor running. Instead of unloading and then going to park, they just took the bags inside leaving the unlocked car running outside the door.
On the plane he was full of worry but knew he couldn't tell his wife because she'd have a conniption -- you know give him the slap-upside-his-head thang, tell everyone how stupid he was etc.
The story actually turned out well. On the ground he found this kind of thing happens quite commonly. The car was towed to an impound yard at an nearby gas station. It was a cheap taxi ride to the gas station. Turns out he knew the owner and he waved the storage fee. He paid only for the towing. It turned out being less expensive for him that it would have been if he had parked it properly. Maybe not-so-friggin-stupid afterall!
Regards, Ross
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I've got three "duh" moments in my family:
Ages ago, I took a July trip to Florida with the parental units to visit the granparents. We took my niece along to take her to Disney World and meet "Noky-no" (pinochio) - she was about 3 or 4 at the time. My dad was keen into photography at the time was eager to get lots of photos of her there. It was a day of non-stop misery 'cause this kid was frightened of every ride, of all the characters, and in general was very trying. But we did get some good shots with the camera. And then we get back to the hotel, and my dad realized during the entire time he had failed to put film in the camera! The next day, on the way home, we stopped at DW again just so he could get pictures of her there.
Second story - I was traveling with my aunt and uncle. We had stopped at a rest stop, where they switched sides so she could drive. She complained that she couldn't get the car to work. She forgot to start it!
Third - Another, recent trip with my parents to meet someone. Afterwards it was decided I would drive back. I get behind the wheel and try to start the car - it won't start. I keep trying, until my father informs me the car was already running
(they have a luxury car - from inside you cannot hear or feel the engine running)
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