Not as great as the 'swinging the dead cat into the window of the classroom below' story, but still very good.

Anyway-

I was visiting my dad a couple years ago.  He had taken a hard boiled egg out of the fridge, but didn't want it to roll around the counter before he got to it, so he put it in a very small planter (which contained dirt) that was on the window sill above the sink.

I come along, doop, dedoop, dedoo.  I'm washing my hands at the sink and look up and see this egg in the planter.  Puzzled, I asked, "why is there an egg in this little planter?"

Without missing a beat, my dad tells me he's growing an egg plant.

I ACTUALLY HAD TO THINK ABOUT IT.  For about 3 seconds.  Before he burst out laughing at me.  Thanks Dad ;-)

Ok, a friend of the family (not in the euphamistic sense) one day decided to make a crock pot dish. As a caveat, he is highly intelligent, as in MENSA variety. Anyhoo, so he was making this crock pot dish and was following the receipe to a T. Well, being an extremely hungry teenager at the time, I took a large portion of this crockpot concoction. I took one bite and nearly spewed it across the room. Now, I love garlic, but aparently he didn't realize that 3 cloves of garlic does not mean 3 WHOLE garlic clumps. Needless to say, we did not let him near the crockpot again!

This man, who is writting a book on modern Philosophy, also asks if he is supposed to put butter or jam on a dish. My response is, put it on there if you want it on there. ;-)

IMHO, I think that many of those who are of the highly-intelligent variety could likely be diagnosed with mild to moderate Aspergers syndrome. It is simply a matter of the way the brain developed. Not any less intelligent, just a different way for the brain to function.

" i *Heart* Oy oy lady"

I lack common sense, but my my sister is even worse than me.

Once I was talking to her on the phone her first night in her new apartment.  Her oven wasn't working, and I could her her hitting the buttons on the microwave.  I asked her what she was making for dinner:

"A baked potato.  You know, my oven isn't working, so I have to make it in the microwave."

"Well, that sounds good.  You did take off the aluminum foil, right?"

"Uh....hold on a second." *puts down the phone, quickly turns off the microwave.*

...and this, coming from the biggest gun advocate on AE.

No common sense (by your own statement), yet armed & ready to fire, and fighting for the right for one & all to be similarly equipped.

What's wrong with that picture??????

...and a former pre-med major no less

Hypocratic oath --- line on the right

Hypocritic oath --- line on the left

Fortunately you never made it into med school or Aesclepius might have had to resurrect himself from the grave, borrow Mercury's caduceus, and hit you with it.

....of the Common Sense spectrum.

My neighbor's wife, Renee', is a stay at home Mom who tackles almost all of the household chores. The one exception is the yard, which is Mike's job. His weed-whacker is electric and since one of his extension cords burned out, and he's too lazy to replace it, he's been whacking about as far as he can reach with the remaining back nine looking like a part of an old-growth rain forest as summer goes on. So Renee' decided to take matters into her own hands.

Mike came home from work last week and the entire back yard was closely cropped so he asked her if she had picked up a new extension cord. It turns out she used a string of colored Christmas tree lights - one end plugged into the extension cord and the other plugged in to the weedwhacker. It actually worked!

I would never have thought of that in a million years, but I bet it was a sight to see - those brightly colored lights dangling behind her as she whacked away! LOL

PS Thanks, Jack, but I ignore race-baiters and idiots, especially when they are one and the same.

 This is not as dramatic as other stories, it's rather tame. Anyway I run the biology tutoring program at my university and it is all volunteer-based program. Normally we have tutoring sessions 4 days a week with about 2 or 3 tutors per session. Well being summer quarter there are not that many people who are willing to volunteer. So here I am with 3 volunteers, 4 including me, desperately trying to find more tutors to fill up 4 days, going out of my mind.

It dawned on me I can have 2 sessions a week...

...in her first post, I'll explain the "dead cat" story. Another fine moment for me. Don't gross out - none of the cats were killed just for this, they died or were put to sleep and were donated for study - some future vets may have come of this!

I was in Advanced Biology my senior year, along with a good buddy named Lou. We earned extra credit in our free period by assisting with the set-up for Freshman Biology. One of our jobs was to "open up" the cats for the Freshman biology class. They were deemd too young and immature for actual dissection, but this was to introduce them to being able to look upon an embalmed animal and see the different organs and their placement in the chest cavity, which so closely mirrors our own.

Embalmed cats almost always come spread-eagle in a plastic shrink wrapped bag filled with formaldehyde to preserve the tissues from decay. I guess this is done on purpose, prior to rigor mortis, by those donating the animals (usually veteranrians) so that the critical organs can be seen more easily then if they were scrunched over or twisted or such. They're quite a sight - all spread eagled and snarl-faced.

One afternoon, Lou and I got a wild hair up our asses. We had been endlessly eyerolling everytime we heard the girly screams coming from the Freshman science class two floors directly beneath us, which seemd exceedingly often. We decided to give them something to scream about.

We cut one of the cats out of the bag, tied a long rope to it's tail, lowered it out of our window to the correct elevation...and then began to rock it back and forth until it made a sweetly sickening "thwack" against the window two stories below us. Oh, the SCREAMS! The Lord Almighty surely heard those babies! I swear we even could hear bodies thumping to the floor in dead faints!

Quickly, Lou and I realized that there might be repercusions from this so we were frantically yelling "pull it up, pull it up" to each other as we hauled that damned cat in as fast as humanly possible. We cut off the rope, concealed the evidence and managed to be sitting calmly, breathing normally, and completing our assignment when the biology teacher and school principal came bursting into the room sometime shortly after the screaming stopped.

Our teacher ran his hand though his hair and yelled, "At least you two could have pulled this stunt on a classroom not located DIRECTLY under the Biology lab!" Gee, there were several empty upstairs classrooms to chose from that time of afternoon. If ony we'd....D'UH!

That was the first time in our lives Lou and I ever got detention. That sucked big time!

but it demonstates my strange type of common-sense lackage. My father is the exact same way.

When I was 11, I stuck my pinky in the pencil sharpener because I wanted to see how it worked in action.

Yup, it ripped my nail and most of the skin on my finger right off. Math class looked like a crime scene.

I'm not that bad now, but I still do some pretty dumb shit in the interest of satisfying my curiosity.

I try to pull a door open when the sign above the handle clearly tells me to push.

It totally messes up a good, confident exit. Damn!

:o) 

I have an intuitive memory as opposed to a sensory memory. I remember ideas, and important facts and figures as they relate to the ideas. Basically I can't remember appointments or where I put my keys, shoes or wallet.

Every morning I leave the house, get to my car, and then have to go back for something I forgot at least once. And then my partner mocks me. heh.

I have this "high-tech" laptop backpack. It's got 50 some odd compartments, but I can never remember which compartment I put something. So, I have to search every single one everytime I need something. You would think I would just give up on putting things in their compartment. But that's the problem...I never remember to put them in the proper compartment in the first place.

I suppose the worst instance of lacking common sense was when I was in kindergarten. The teacher spread out a bunch of 2-d shapes in front of me and told me to make a square. I proceeded to try and make a large square using all the shapes. She then took two triangles and made a square. eh. Apparently she was testing me, and she then told my Mom I had a learning disability. And my Mom laughed at her.

I love cooking, I can make delicious dishes, but I can be a mess sometimes:

One day, I was cutting something, the knife was in the middle of the something and I look it, then I tell myself: "if I continue in this direction, I'll cut my finger" what happened? I cut my finger.

The few times I've got burned while cooking, have been when I actual gave a thought on the possibility of getting burned. One time I left a metal spoon in a hot skillet, then got away, and when I returned to watch the food on the skillet I start to think: "the spoon might be hot, but I don't think is too hot, it can't be that hot, but maybe, neh.." what happened? tssss... burned fingers.

I'm not sure if this lack of common sense or plain stupidity, but still fun.

PS: no, i'm not a masochist, but I tend to laugh when I get injured...

First of all cylonangel, damn your a smart and super intelligent gal. That's probably what makes you such a woman-magnet. They swarm to you like bees to honey. ;)

Anyway my moment is when I was visiting my Aunty's house that i've visited at least 50 times, and i forget where the stairs were and I was having a running race with my cousins and didn't watch for the stairs. So I fell head first down the flight of stairs. Not having common sense can be painful. I should have realized why my cousins stopped and gotten the hint.  Unfortunately their cries of "Watch out! flight of stairs" were a little late.

I've had some bad moments with lab work myself. Like mixing acids together for fun and causing explosions or glass to break. They were the fun old days. God, I was such a troublemaker. Something that certainly won't change about me. Its a part of who i am and i need to embrace it.