Sheeeeeeeee-yit... I'm an idiot!!

[Jonny-the-ski]

So, gales, gales, gales, gales, more gales and big-ish waves. But as it's high tide, I know a top secret - secret spot that will have OK surf. Not great - but a wave!! It's chilly so, being smart I put on my wettie at home jump in the car, drive the long windy road to spot L. Get out.. its good. I mean proper good!!!
Get the ski out of the car..... forgot my paddle CRAP!!!

Put ski back in the car start getting changed... where's my shoes? I put them in the....? On the back seat?
Forgot my frikkin shoes! Way to far from home to get them - will stop in Tesco, buy new before work.
Forgot my wallet!!

Whole day at work bare feet at work - epic FAIL!!

[harrysk]

[chris-uk]

[Bards]

Good on you - What a top man! That refreshing read makes me feel far better about my own pantomime...

Off for a solo paddle from a beach, I unloaded the gear in a no-park place providing easy access to the shore. So far seemingly so good. However when I went to move the van from the 'emergency access' zone I'd locked the keys inside (still can't fathom how...?). The keys were still in the ignition in fact. And no spares existed. Oh, and the engine had been left running...
The windows or doors were not having any piece of my (inexperienced!) chav-entry techniques or accompanying clown routine. Any Simpsonsesque scenario was quickly replaced by Fawlty Towers 'vehicle rage' with the aid of a lump of someone's nearby rockery, a toxic load of adrenaline and a declaration of all-out war on the windscreen. Passersby were giving the unhinged loon armed with a boulder such a wide bearth they nearly got their feet wet. There was no fairytale ending to my impromtu fiasco, either... ;-)

Arse!!!

Bards

[Boots]

Friend of mine locked his keys in his car on the windermerr ferry! 5 trips later....... lol

[nickcrowhurst]

I suppost it helps to know that one is not alone in having such moments, but I'm not sure........ I still feel bad about some of mine. For example, I once did the whole long coach trip to Heathrow, fly to Spain, rent the car, drive to Calpe, get to the foot of the Penon de Ifach cliffs, open the rucksack, uncoil the rope, only to discover that my rockboots were back in Cornwall, and you couldn't buy rockboots on the Costa del wotsit.
Nick.