What is the funniest thing you've done by accident? Let's have a laugh today.

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I got to thinking about my Mom (I inherited her home and am sitting in it right now reminiscing) and about the funny things that happened while we were living together. One of the things that I still laugh about is when I was in the middle of my workmans comp suit and had to be at a assessment 300 miles from my home. Of course we had to stay in a motel and we had our two dogs with us. The motel dated from the 1920's and there were a lot of things wrong with the place. We got checked in and my Mom needed to use the bathroom. She went in, shut the door and did her business. She tried to come back out and the door was stuck. She knocked on the door and asked me to help get her out. I pushed the door and it wouldn't budge so I had to get the manager to deal with the door. He had to take the door off the hinges to get Mom out (by then she and wet hens had a lot in common). He put the door back on the hinges and before he left he told us not to shut the door tight. Well needless to say, I needed to use the bathroom and I didn't shut the door tight-but-- Mom went outside and the breeze from her opening the door to the room slammed the bathroom door shut and of course we had to get the manager again. This motel had French doors that opened to a planter area that was accented by a half circle of cement wall that was about 5 inches tall. It was about 6 a.m. the next morning when my Mom's toy poodle decided that she needed to go out. The dog huffed and puffed and panted until we couldn't stand her anymore. Then I had a bright idea. I picked the dog up off my Mom's bed, opened the French door and set the dog in the planter. Well the logic was good but the execution stunk! The dog took one look at me and jumped the wall and took off running. It was rush hour and we were on a 6 lane highway. I didn't even think about it, I threw open the door and took off running after the dog. I was only in my nightgown-I didn't take time to get slippers, robe, coat or anything-my main concern was that idiot dog! I raced around the corner of the motel about 15 feet behind the dog. I would call her name and she would look back at me, decide she didn't know me from Adam and would run faster. I had chased her about two blocks when I caught a flash of red and blue out of the corner of my eye. I looked back and there was one of the city's finest behind me with the light bar going. The man was sitting there laughing so hard he was crying. I turned my attention back to the dog and kept chasing the idiot thing. We went about 8 blocks when somehow I knew that she was going to turn left into traffic. I went out into the street, and finally tackled the beast. I collected the dog in my arms (she was a fat little sausage!) and turned to start back to the motel. The police officer was still laughing when he turned off the light bar and went on with his patrol. I walked the 8 blocks back to the motel chewing out the dog- and having everyone on their way to work observing me talking to a fat black blob in my nightgown- when I got back to the room my Mom was still in bed laughing like an idiot. I tossed the dog into the back of the camper shell we had on our truck. I still laugh at the image the story brings to my mind.