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Believe it or not. but I am fairly fanatical about handling guns. In a gun shop I will always go through my own gun check when a sales person hands me a gun, even though I watched the sales person go through a check. I am fanatical about where a gun is pointed. etc. etc.

My STUPID was a total lapse of thinking because I was doing something else in addition to handling a gun.

I think set procedures that are always followed are good. I even have a written set of steps so I can put my Ruger 22/45 back together again. Maybe I should develop my own SOPs for all gun handling situations.
Thanks for the helpful comments.
Paul

Ok, I'll confess. The two oops happened when my wife was trying out a Kahr P9 at a range before buying. Now I was a confirmed wheel gun person but had acquired a bad habit gripping my S&W 642 - a 38 snubby with concealed hammer. One thumb rode up where the hammer would have gone if there had been an exposed one. While the Princess was trying out the Kahr, she offered to let me shoot a magazine. I took the pistol in my normal left handed grip and promptly took a very big chunk out of my thumb when the slide raked it. It bled like a stuck pig so I had to wrap paper towels on it until it stopped. The Princess offered another chance later on the last magazine full. Since I'm ambidextrious, I gripped it right handed the second time and promptly took a bloody chunk out of the other thumb. That was two oops.

I hate to admit to the STUPID. I had been to the range and was cleaning my weapons at home while watching the TV at the same time. (Oh no!) I had been dry firing my new KelTec P3AT to loosen it up a bit. I cleaned the gun, reloaded it, sat there with it in my hand and watched TV. Then I "dry fired" it one more time and discharged the gun in the den. Took a chunk out of a small table leg before it went into the concrete floor. I still get a funny feeling in my stomach when I think how I just quit thinking while handling a gun. That's scary. Now I go back to cleaning my handguns at the kitchen table without distractions. That was the STUPID which I'm embarassed to admit.