Stalling three times while driving up an icy hill.
This is the hill* that makes me break out into a cold sweat each day as I take the kids to school. It's right before a stoplight (naturally), and every morning I cross my fingers that the light will be green and I won't have to stop on the incline. Today, the light turned green just as I was starting up the slope, so I inched forward and then downshifted to second just as I was nearly stopped because I'd heard you didn't need to shift into first as long as you had some forward motion. Well, I guess that doesn't hold true on a hill, especially one covered in ice. So I stalled out, panicked restarted the car as quickly as possible, only to realize I actually hadn't stalled: the engine was still running. This, of course, confused me so much that I did actually stall. Then I tried starting off again, but had forgotten to shift to first. So embarrassing! I will say, however, that drivers here are incredibly gracious. No one even honked at me or flipped me off or anything. They just carefully went around me.
I did redeem myself somewhat by driving to Ikea (in Belgium!) on the autoroute without incident. I thought that would be really hard but it's much easier than driving in town. And I was very careful in Ikea not to make an idiot of myself: I needed to buy some very large furniture so I meticulously measured the cargo space of the car first to ensure my purchases would fit. And they did. They were so heavy I had to drag them through the slush and manuever them with my legs to angle them into the car, but I did it. And I was able to ask questions in the store (in French) and get answers that I understood. Whew! Shopping in a foreign country is rife with potential for making an idiot of oneself, so I'm feeling lucky that I only had one idiot moment today. :)
* Okay, it's not really a hill, especially by San Francisco standards, but it is enough of a slope that the car rolls back pretty quickly. That's enough to scare me!