Auto-pilot is useful sometimes, but it removes our ability to be real humans in the moment.
Auto-pilot makes it easier to get through a workday, for instance. But it does not make it easier to say "thank you!" or to ask someone how their day was and actually process that information. Instead we just nod and smile and continue our descent into un-human-like madness.
Auto-pilot. Be careful before you turn that switch on.
Here were some of those answers.
The Wrong Pleasantry
I told my friend "you're welcome!" after he sneezed and excused himself the other day.
I do that. "Thank you" is even weirder.
Too Much Coffee, Or Not Enough?
Let a coffee machine run without a jug under it. Went to take a shower and had to clean up the mess afterwards.
I brewed a fresh pot of coffee into a completely full one at the bagel shop I worked at in college. Gallons of hot coffee on the floor, and they were these huge machines that didn't stop brewing once they started unless you unplugged them. I did it several times.
The Joy Of EBooks
Flipped my kindle over to read the other side of a document.
The reverse millennial
Breakfast Is Hard
Tore open a sugar packet, poured it directly into the trash, tossed the empty paper packet into my coffee.
Same thing, but with eggs. Cracked the egg on the side of the bowl, dropped the yolk into the trash can, then tossed the eggshells into the bowl.
After doing this with two eggs, my roommate finally asked what I was doing before I cracked open the third.
Bread For Bread
I was a kitchen employee at Arbys when I was 18. We used to have sub rolls that were footlong, but the only subs we sold were 6 inch. So you had to cut each roll in half before you used it. I was just zoned out one day, and I ended up cutting the sub roll in half, putting the knife back in the sub roll bag, and then trying to use the sub roll to cut the next sandwich. My manager saw it and died.
Not Moisturizer, Abort
I slathered my face with hair gel this morning
Ew. My condolences.
Now The Trash Has Food
I was trying to make some scrambled eggs.
Basic prep: crack the eggs, put the eggs in a bowl, toss the shell.
Me: crack the egg, put egg in the trash.
I literally stood above the trash can with the shell in my hands processing what had just happened for about 30 seconds. I just had the faint feeling of "I messed up" and was wondering exactly how for way too long.
I was working fast food and taking orders both inside and for the drive thru. I took someone's order inside at the counter and told them to pull forward to the 2nd window.
Red Leader Standing By
Not me but one time my gf got handed her drink at Starbucks, said thanks, went over to the bar to get cream or something and immediately dropped her fresh drink straight into the trash can at the bar. Her mother and I just looked at her and started laughing. The barista saw what happened and with a "it happens" attitude agreed to replace the drink. It also helped that no one was in there except us haha.
We still bring it up every now and then and all laugh, my gf included.
Deeper And Deeper
I work at a busy restaurant so I end up saying "corner" hundreds of times a night as I go back and forth around corners and doorways in the kitchen. Was running food to a table, set it down gently, and in my sweetest customer service voice I said "Corner" while looking the customer right in the eye instead of "here is your soup" or something like I usually do. They looked confused, my brain tried to reset, and so naturally I said "Thank you" as if that made it better. I ended up just backing away, it was a lost cause