Lights
I'd had yet another crappy day.

Phone wouldn't stop ringing, no other mug would answer it.

Boss ignoring both the list of unchanging, unfinished tasks I'd pointlessly rattled off for the n'th dev meeting in a row and the unshared helpdesk phone, to ask for yet more project updates and to assign me the tickets he couldn't be arsed to do or didn't understand despite my many HowTos published to inform the rest of the team what I do and allow the load to be shared.

I crawled out of my car when I got home, found something random but hopefully nourishing to eat and dragged my shivering, worn carcass upstairs and into a monkeybath.

Just as I'd finished drying behind my ears, the doorbell went.

"Sod em", I thought, "If it's important, they'll phone my mobile. I don't care if it's the pope or even my mum, I just want a smoke and a long, long sleep."

So thinking, as the doorbell went a second time just as I opened the bathroom door.

"Ok, hang on!", I called, covering my embarrassment and almost falling down the stairs.

When I opened the door, I found a strange lady.

"Is that your red car over the road?", she enquired, pointing to my red car, parked, wedged, a good way down my busy street.

"Err, yup", I replied.

"You've left your lights on"

"Sorry?"

"You've left your lights on"

And with that, she turned and left, leaving me behind in my dressing gown on my doorstep, calling a mixture of, "Thanks", "How on earth..?", "Wow!" and general gibbering to her retreating back.

Restored all my confidence in the world and then some. Well, for the evening at least.
(MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober, Tue 7 Oct 2008, 14:50, 1 reply)

I did that once...
Bloke didn't even come out and turn them off. Sod him if he doesn't want his car to work.
(Martin1337 was trying and failing to be funny at, Tue 7 Oct 2008, 16:13, closed)