Almost everyone enjoys Blind Bloopers. It is healthy to be able to laugh at adversity and not to take oneself, or your challenges, too seriously. Blind Bloopers almost always end well and there is usually a learning point, sometimes very subtle, involved.
The idea of publishing Blind Bloopers is not original with this Blog. We are simply encouraging you to share your experiences so we can all learn, grow, excel and have FUN.
Durham Vision InSight members Andy H and Jim T were inspirations and I hope they will send in a report of some of their Blind Bloopers.
Blind Blooper that got me started – by Bill G: Jim T had related a Blind Blooper at a recent Vision Insight meeting involving an incident making his morning coffee. I found it very interesting & amusing because I also use a Keurig Coffee machine. Several days after the meeting, I was making my morning coffee and reflecting on Jim T’s story and thinking a bout how it would be great to capture some of these stories to share with others. While I was pondering this, I got the feeling that something was just not right. After several moments, it occurred to me that the coffee dripping into my cup usually has a tinny sound and there was a muffled sound of coffee dripping. I rushed over to the coffee machine and sure enough my cup was sitting on the side and not under the spout. I quickly put the cup in its correct place and ended up with half of the coffee in the cup and half of the coffee on the counter. Another mess for me to clean up. Lesson Learned, when you are going to make coffee, make coffee and when you are going to day dream, day dream but don’t mix the two.😎
The Blooper at the hotel – by Bill G: My wife Dale and I get to take our two grandchildren on a vacation each year. This year we decided to go to the NC Coast for some beach time and to visit some of the Museums. We stayed in a nice hotel on the second floor in room 229. Each day I would take my Leader Dog Gibson outside to groom or park him. I did this up to five times a day, so both Gibson and I got very use to the routine. I will tell you, it is hot outside and humid on the coast in August. On the morning of the last day, I took Gibson out for his final park before we were to leave. The grandchildren were still in bed and I was anxious to finish packing and get on the road back home. Gibson took a long time to do his final park and I was getting sweaty and I wanted to get back inside. Finally, he finished and we hurried back inside, up the elevator and down the hall to the next to last room on the right. It had always been easy for me to find because there was a window at the end of the hall which gave me an excellent marker. The room key was in my left pocket and I was holding Gibson’s harness with my left hand so I decided just to knock because I was not worrying about waking up the grandchildren, in fact I was worried they were still in bed and would delay us leaving. I did my usual rap, rap, rap and waited. No one came to the door. I did it again but a little louder and listen for movement. At this point, I was getting a little irritated and really knocked loudly the third time, in fact, I was worried that I had knocked so loudly that I may have disturbed some of the adjoining rooms. I was ready to really start pounding on the door, but I thought, perhaps I should verify I was at the correct door. They did not have braille on the doors but they did have raised room numbers. I raised my hand and felt 329 instead of 229. Gathering my wits, I remembered the stairs door was two doors down, so I made a hasty retreat down the stairs to the 2nd floor, rather than walking down the long hall to the elevator to lesson the chance of some highly irritated guests wanting to know what all the pounding on the door was about!