My most zany thing was back in 1970 when I lived in Maryland....I was working for the Pr. Geo. Co. P.D. and also had a part time job in the evening working for Giant Food in their payroll/personnel dept.....one evening, my boss at Giant Food in Hyattsville, phoned me and told me that a coworker of his was going to come down to the office and that if I would provide him with transportation to where they were meeting, I could have the rest of the evening off and he would write in my time as though I'd worked the whole evening as usual....GREAT! I thought......so when the guy came down, we left in my car and he began directing me to the meeting place....funny thing was, he wouldn't tell me WHERE it was...he would only tell me where to turn next....I thought this was odd and kinda dumb, since we would be arriving there eventually anyway.....but, I was presented with an opportunity to get even and I took it.....as we were "tooling up" the Baltimore Pkwy, which was jam-packed with rush hour traffic, I had no idea which direction we were going to head in next, so I took the middle lane of the three lanes going North on our side of the Pkwy......pretty soon, the guy pointed to a Giant Food Store ahead on the left and said, "See that Giant Food Store?"...so I managed to pull into the left lane....but he then said, "but I'm going to that nightclub over there on the right".....terrific....now I'm stuck in the left lane, rush hour....I slowed down, hoping to get behind someone and pull across the lanes....no such luck....I sped up some, hoping to pull ahead of someone and cross the lanes...no such luck....the cars kept pace with me no matter what I did....so I FLOORBOARDED my spiffy little '66 Malibu, pulling ahead of the cars in ALL three lanes and took a 90 degree turn across all three lanes and roared into the parking lot of the nightclub....I was LMAO because I was so relieved we'd actually made it without getting hit.....the guy almost had a heart attack! He bought me a drink...heheheheh
So....what's yours?
Frannie B (of the flying by the seat of her pants class)