Let me tell you about the greatest “question my own intelligence” Moment I ever had.
the following context is important. We have a water cooler in our kitchen. It used to be top loading. Now we have a bottom loading model. The top loading is important.
I was about 10 years ago and my dad and I were having a conversation and we noticed that the kinda cheaper green water bottles we feed into our water cooler had a tendency to collapse in on itself in weird ways due to the vacuum pressure and downward feed of the water. It didn’t disrupt function but it was unsightly. (these cheaper bottles were ostensibly huge ass versions of the water bottles you could buy at the corner store before corona virus made those places death traps, as opposed to rigid blue plastic ones we all know and love from basically any and all media involving water coolers)
so we decided that, if the pressure was causing the water bottle to collapse what we SHOULD DO is EQUALIZE THE PRESSURE FROM THE TOP. It’s a downward feeding system. So its not like a hole at the top should do anything right? WRONG!
Turns out that that vacuum in the bottle is what held the water IN THE BOTTLE before feeding into the water cooler’s catch/resevoir. When My dad grabbed a steak knife and punctured the top of the bottle it all started POURING out overflowing the catch and spilling onto the floor (this bottle was 85 percent full). So I put my finger over the hole to reestablish pressure and I’m standing there stuck because of it. SO THEN WE GET THE GENIUS IDEA THAT WE TAKE THE WHOLE WATER COOLER TO THE SINK AND DUMP THE BOTTLE. My dad unplugs the cooler ANd we drag the thing over. And in that moment, two men who are pretty smart and composed most of the time, are draggind a 100lb water cooler and 6 gallon bottle of water, that is partially leaking and sloshing over the floor of a kitchen to a sink screaming “WE ARE SO STUPID. WE ARE SO FUCKING STUPID”
Now we hadn’t forseen the second problem. It’s a downward feeding system. Which means the bottle’s top is facing downwards. And if we pull it up, we flood the kitchen. So we’re standing there, in a panic, I got my finger on the hole and we dont know what the fuck to do. Until, for some reason, some inner pro wrestler possessed my spirit and I grab the bottle’s neck and as quick as possible SWING THAT FUCKER UP AND OVER MY HEAD IN A HUGE ARK AND DUMP BOTTLE NECK DOWN INTO THE SINK AND IT WORKED AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I PULLED THAT SHIT OFF.
And at the same time, my mom comes home from grocery shopping. Sees the mess. Sees what we did. Sees how we solved the problem. Not like watching us, she put it all together in the span of 5 seconds, gives us the most flat, dead eyed stare you can possibly imagine and says “You’re both fucking morons” walks through the chaos and leaves us to clean up.
And that was the greatest “question my own intelligence” moment ever