It would be disingenuous of me to chronicle dangerous stupidity the way I do and not admit to an episode of my own, so here goes. I was going to take my wife's car to the shop yesterday morning, since it had been starting with more and more difficulty over the previous few days (I was fairly certain it was either a dying battery or some other electrical problem).
Sure enough, when I tried to start it, it was deader 'n hell. I started my car, dug the jumper cables out of the back, connected the batteries together (taking care to do so in a safe manner), and waited. Thirty seconds later, my wife's car cranked right over. I disconnected the cables (taking care to do so in a safe manner), threw them in the back of the car, backed out of the garage, closed the door, and headed off down the street.
An hour later, my son, preparing to leave for school, entered the garage to find my car still running.
Fortunately, he was way smarter than I was, as he immediately slapped the button for the garage door opener and retreated back into the house.
Everybody's fine, but damn was I stupid.
Posted by Chris at October 13, 2006 05:09 PM