Stuff I can't do - BoWilliams.com

Roll my tongue. No shame here. Either you’re born able to do it, or you’re born unable to do it. I am, sadly, in the latter group.
Tell subtle shades of color apart. I don’t mean when a bunch of color chips are right next to each other, though they are often remarkably similar even then. I mean keeping an accurate memory of a color you saw at Home Depot when you look at another one at Lowe’s. (Probably my red-green deficiency doesn’t help here either.)
Draw people’s faces. When I watch someone draw a recognizable face, it might as well be supernatural.
Write fiction. I don’t have the wiring to put something fictitious of any quality down for hundreds of pages, and enjoying those who can is part of what I enjoy so much about reading.
Remember which drain plug takes which socket. I have three vehicles for which I regularly change the oil, and I can never remember which vehicle’s drain plug takes which socket. Consequently I scoop all of the sockets 14mm – 18mm inclusive up and take them all under the car with me every time. At this point it’s a tradition, and writing it down would feel like cheating.
Listen to The William Tell Overture without thinking of The Lone Ranger. I read somewhere once that this was considered a shotgun test for whether a person was cultured. I’m forever uncultured, I suppose.
Tie knots. Lamented this one a bit before. I wish I were half as good as my dad at this.

Stuff I can’t do