(bham husky, turn your head).
I know anticipation is at a fever pitch (a very mild fever) to learn which act of epic auto absent-mindedness was committed by your loyal correspondent — locking his (or her) keys in the car with the motor running, and the car in drive, or beginning to drive away with the gas nozzle still in the tank.
Unbelievably, 2,091 people (at last look) had responded to the poll, with 72 percent voting for the key incident as the most bone-headed, and 28 percent voting for the gas nozzle.
I’ve got to say, I enjoyed the comments, particularly these:
Forty-two, loved the videos.
Thanks, also, for all the info on breakaway gas pumps. And to all of those who chastised us for our carelessness, your words have been heeded. I, for one, vow that it will never happen again, and my fellow Bonehead (who still wishes to remain anonymous) concurs.
As many of you suspected (and I gave some inadvertent hints, I guess) I was No. 2 — the gas-tank man. It was the day before the Ken Griffey signing, when rumors were swirling, and I was definitely pre-occupied. Thank goodness that the man was there to bang on my car and keep me from driving off (although I am now convinced that I wouldn’t have uprooted the entire gas pump). On many days, at the same gas station, there has been no one else around to save me from myself. Call it serendipity.
As for the other guy (or gal)…ah, who are we fooling here? It was a guy, despite the insistence of hammmy (three ms) that it had to be a woman. And to those who suggested that he had to have been using a cell phone, he swears he wasn’t, and doesn’t. This guy might be a bonehead, but he’s not a liar.
So now you know. Next time I do something this stupid, the name of the blog will be officially changed to Hot Bonehead League.
Or, better yet, I’ll just keep it to myself.
OK, bham, you can look now. Back to baseball.