18 Nov 2009, 3:24 am
Dad, "Can you close the front door?"
Me, "Ok."
Dad, "Do you know how to close it?"
Me, "Yeah."
... SCRRRRAPE!
As it turned out, it was a new door, which had a part that held it open that needed to be dislodged before closing. I told him I knew how to close it, because I did know how to close that door, having lived in that house for all of my 15 years (at the time), but it wasn't that door anymore. He didn't tell me it was a new door, so it's his fault.
I've nearly crashed my car once. When I got my driver's license, I knew and understood the road rules, and so followed them, like I would instructions. Playing my trippy Philip Glass music one day, I was at the front of a traffic queue at a red light. The light turned green, and I proceeded to accelerate. Suddenly a fire engine materialized to my right. It had been going down the other side of the road, empty, and was intending to cross over to the correct side over the intersection. We both had to brake, or else there would have been a tragedy. It's the truck's fault, though. He wasn't following the rules, and I was.
Any similar stories? (By the way, I'm fully aware that I'm at fault in both of these situations. 
)
