Strangest thing you've done when tired

#51
#51
The wife mixed up some potato salad one time and put it in an old butter bowl. The next morning I was half asleep when I grabbed it to take to work for lunch. At lunchtime I put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. When I took it out and took the lid off I realized I had grabbed bowl of butter instead.

Haha nice
 
#52
#52
The wife mixed up some potato salad one time and put it in an old butter bowl. The next morning I was half asleep when I grabbed it to take to work for lunch. At lunchtime I put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. When I took it out and took the lid off I realized I had grabbed bowl of butter instead.

I like how this one starts with "wife messed up"
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#53
#53
I fell asleep at the intersection of Volunteer Blvd, and Cumberland Ave, one morning after a ROTC weekend FTX

Campus cop knocked on the window, and of course thought I was drunk...I was still in BDU's and full camo,

After I explained and a quick sobriety check, he let me go
 
#57
#57
I woke up in the middle of the night and put on my work clothes before realizing it was 3 hours too early.
 
#59
#59
I've been thinking on this question for a while. I won't call my experiences strange, though, I shall relate this one on some level of stupid.

After 10 days of being physically and emotionally drained with a total of 22 hours sleep, with only MRE's to eat (1986 dehydrated MRE's), we were freaking tired. TIRED!!!

Upon our return to base from the hills surrounding Ft. Wachuca(?), Az., we all hit the showers and booked it to the NCO Club on Davis-Mothan to get some real food.

Long story shortened, I face planted into my mashed potatoes - dead asleep.

TIRED!!!
 
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#61
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I've been thinking on this question for a while. I won't call my experiences strange, though, I shall relate this one on some level of stupid.

After 10 days of being physically and emotionally drained with a total of 22 hours sleep, with only MRE's to eat (1986 dehydrated MRE's), we were freaking tired. TIRED!!!

Upon our return to base from the hills surrounding Ft. Wachuca(?), Az., we all hit the showers and booked it to the NCO Club on Davis-Mothan to get some real food.

Long story shortened, I face planted into my mashed potatoes - dead asleep.

TIRED!!!

I done that in a plate of scrambled eggs just a few weeks ago.
 
#63
#63
when I got my first job, after 7 months of being unemployed from graduation, I was on a big deadline. Worked my but off and stress levels through the roof, I couldn't lose this job. day before the deadline the project manager and principal were looking at my drawings and the following conversation was pretty much what happened while talking about the results.

Principal: LouderVol did a good job. this looks good
Project Manager: Yeah, he has been working hard.
Principal: I like that LouderVol got this detail in there, and that too.
PM: yeah it looks good.
LouderVol: LouderVol didn't do that, I did it!
PM: yeah thats what we said, LouderVol did a good job.
LouderVol: No not LouderVol, I did it! (volume pretty loud)
P: LouderVol, you did a good job.
LouderVol: Oh, ****, I am going to go lay down.

I was getting pretty upset at that LouderVol guy until I realized they were talking about me. went back to the break room and crashed on the couch until quitting time. Still work at the same firm.
 
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#64
#64
First year for Thanksgiving break I went home a day early to Chattanooga, after my final architecture review for the semester. Worn out, no real sleep in about a week. I went straight to bed when I got to Chattanooga and didn't wake up in the morning when everyone else got going so my mom came down to check on me. she comes down and wakes me up, which I was not happy about. telling me all types of nonsense I didn't need to hear, and I was sleepily responding. Finally as she is leaving she asks if I drank while away at college. I responded, Yeah of course me and guys go drinking a bunch.

she walks out of the room without a comment. about 5 minutes later after passing out again it dawns on me what I said and I spent the rest of the day freaking out, waiting to get blasted by my parents. If there was a bottle of wine around the house that was it, drinking wasn't really done.
 
#65
#65
We had a cockroach problem, we would regularly see 10 of them, in the architecture studio, so late one night I decide I am going to hunt them. Out of scraps I built an elaborate trap and put food all over it. I sat there in wait with an exacto knife to hunt them as they came out into my trap. Why a knife to hunt roaches idk, it made sense at the time. Woke up about 4 hours later with about 30 roaches in my trap. I freaked out so bad I threw the knife at them causing them to scatter before I began stomping them. Didn't even notice when the blade got embedded in my shoe. After that was done I sat down, decided it was too much work to pull the blade out and passed out leaning on my desk. was woken in the morning by my professor asking why I had a knife stuck in my shoe. except for my smashed trap there was no proof of the night exploits so i decided not to try and explain.
 
#67
#67
We had a cockroach problem, we would regularly see 10 of them, in the architecture studio, so late one night I decide I am going to hunt them. Out of scraps I built an elaborate trap and put food all over it. I sat there in wait with an exacto knife to hunt them as they came out into my trap. Why a knife to hunt roaches idk, it made sense at the time. Woke up about 4 hours later with about 30 roaches in my trap. I freaked out so bad I threw the knife at them causing them to scatter before I began stomping them. Didn't even notice when the blade got embedded in my shoe. After that was done I sat down, decided it was too much work to pull the blade out and passed out leaning on my desk. was woken in the morning by my professor asking why I had a knife stuck in my shoe. except for my smashed trap there was no proof of the night exploits so i decided not to try and explain.

The roach whisperer!
 
#68
#68
Came home from class one afternoon (was still living with parents then) and was really tired so I just flopped face down on my bed and fell asleep. At some point I thought it was chilly so I pulled both arms in under me. Must have slept that way at least an hour or two.

I was awakened by the phone ringing (this was early 80s so it was a corded model on my nightstand) and in the panic and stupor of being startled awake, it was somehow absolutely imperative that I answer that phone. Trouble was, both arms were asleep and completely dead.

First of all, just rolling over was harder than expected but I managed to get onto my back at the edge of the bed and looked at that ringing phone, trying to figure out how to grab it. I started making these hard, twisting lurches to try to flop an arm over at the phone and finally made contact with my dead right hand, which knocked the phone off the nightstand onto the floor, where the receiver fell off the base.

So now I had "answered" the phone before they gave up but I couldn't hear them from up on the bed and I was still in that waking panic mode. Everything so far had occurred just in the space of several rings and both my arms were still dead. You don't realize just how much you use your arms until you can't, so when I rolled off the edge of the bed to get to the phone I just did a sort of slow and awkward droopy-armed faceplant on the floor like a drunken chimp.

I started yelling "Hang on!" repeatedly while I did little mini-rolls back and forth till I had maneuvered my face close enough to the phone to hear the caller. Success!

You'd think I would remember who was on the other end of the phone but I don't. I think it was just someone looking for my dad. But I still get cracked up thinking about the whole thing.
 
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#69
#69
There have been a a few times I've posted stuff on VN when I was stupidtired, that I really wish I hadn't. Anytime I post something off-color, this is usually why.
 
#70
#70
Dated a girl who one time ordered a car for dinner at a Mexican restaurant. She thought she was being cool
 
#71
#71
Came home from class one afternoon (was still living with parents then) and was really tired so I just flopped face down on my bed and fell asleep. At some point I thought it was chilly so I pulled both arms in under me. Must have slept that way at least an hour or two.

I was awakened by the phone ringing (this was early 80s so it was a corded model on my nightstand) and in the panic and stupor of being startled awake, it was somehow absolutely imperative that I answer that phone. Trouble was, both arms were asleep and completely dead.

First of all, just rolling over was harder than expected but I managed to get onto my back at the edge of the bed and looked at that ringing phone, trying to figure out how to grab it. I started making these hard, twisting lurches to try to flop an arm over at the phone and finally made contact with my dead right hand, which knocked the phone off the nightstand onto the floor, where the receiver fell off the base.

So now I had "answered" the phone before they gave up but I couldn't hear them from up on the bed and I was still in that waking panic mode. Everything so far had occurred just in the space of several rings and both my arms were still dead. You don't realize just how much you use your arms until you can't, so when I rolled off the edge of the bed to get to the phone I just did a sort of slow and awkward droopy-armed faceplant on the floor like a drunken chimp.

I started yelling "Hang on!" repeatedly while I did little mini-rolls back and forth till I had maneuvered my face close enough to the phone to hear the caller. Success!

You'd think I would remember who was on the other end of the phone but I don't. I think it was just someone looking for my dad. But I still get cracked up thinking about the whole thing.

I like this story
 

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